This is a song about "Bum cheek"

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

"see i won't be a bum"

And it ain't no problem

I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

I got rap in my veins, blood in my eyes, tears down my cheek

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

Another bum as a janitor, all we gotta do is learn algebra,

Good luck with that mug of a mutt ya bum, you're dumb

They hate on calipari, but i never seen the problem

It's slight blemishes and life system

You know you like dick up your bum,

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep