This is a song about "Hobo"

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

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

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

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe