This is a song about "Bum crumb"

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

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

Anytime you wanna cry, just pull a kleenex out yah front, bum

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

I got plenty bum bitches watching from the deep end.

You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

All you do bum around, yea quit trying to stop me

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see