This is a song about "Helping out the homeless"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Homeless no where to sleep

If i'm helping the game, or being purely a bully,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

And millions of homeless people back home

I woulda done anything for my own

Welcome to organized crime

With him helping this time

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

From homeless to riches, not money but #figure

Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

White from the spliff he's hitting, claiming it's helping him fore-fill his rhythm,

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system