This is a song about "Hobo"

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

Then all you know is you're a hobo, lookin for a little hope,

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke