This is a song about "Homelessness and surivial"

From the back seat, back seat

And kill yourself and your clique

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

And stop playing hide and seek,

I promise i'mma call you back

And like to boast and brag

And get it again and again

Then to try to chase these men

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones