This is a song about "Calvin parker a bum"

Oh false alarm,he's just a retarded bum...

Killa you already know harlem

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,

Cause i ain't havin' no luck with this little bum foot so fuck it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I aint the best, hell im far from it, but this bitch sucks, he far bum it,

I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Sprung from your moms bum, oh and bang it like a tin dong,

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

I got plenty bum bitches watching from the deep end.

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend