This is a song about "Hobo"

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

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

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

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

You don't fucking skate, take off that box logo

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo