This is a song about "Bums"

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

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

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Good kids make bad grown ups

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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