This is a song about "Bums"

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

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

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

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Where you welcome to problems

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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