This is a song about "Hobo"

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

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

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo