This is a song about "Bum cheeks"

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,

I got plenty bum bitches watching from the deep end.

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake gucci

Zombie ill fucking bite tuechie,bum rush his ass like a groupie,

Spittin rhymes i'm on bros new beats a new girl and she got a couple of cheeks

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

My shit could make a bum strip.

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

"see i won't be a bum"

Car seats got screens in them