This is a song about "Bums"

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud