This is a song about "Bums"

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

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

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

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd