This is a song about "Bum hoes"

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

My shit could make a bum strip.

Keeping them on the hip

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

And smoke out with your bum friends, i'm a beast now,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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