This is a song about "Homeless people in india"

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents

And men'll chase love

Hungrey as the homeless

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Different kind of people in this world/

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

Doin' it for dah people in survivallin' mode

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Homeless no where to sleep

It's mostly white people, the homeless under the bridge,

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

He needs one like a homeless needs shelter

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

On top dubia, india. stop to buy india