This is a song about "Bum hoes"

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

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

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

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

You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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