This is a song about "Feeding the homeless"

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

And an attitude, cuz imma badder dude, feeding the rap fiends

From homeless to riches, not money but #figure

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Motherfuckers-didn't-think-i was-gon'-do-somethin'-ass niggasthreaten your life, ain't like you love him

Im like a soldier from the romans more frozen then a homeless guy drownin in a cold ocean