This is a song about "Feeding the homeless"

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

I cant sell my soul to the devil cuz i gave it to a homeless prick

You snitch,before you be homeless,go do the dish

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

He's making people homeless, and he's really trying to ban the porn?

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Percentage of the homeless, don't decrease over the years

I make tracks for haters like i'm feeding the snakes,

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates