This is a song about "Bums"

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Good kids make bad grown ups

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

They had discovered how matter can't be broken, now them bums

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Dont vibe with bums... i'll bite my tongue and rip it out

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route