This is a song about "Homless people"

This is for the starving people

Cause this album pack enough evil

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Questions enter the minds of people

As i light one for ill will

Inhabit the minds of people

I get migraines 'cause fuck people

Lady at the frank stand will

I'm a savior to these people,

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

If i had on 'bama line

Like people meeting people online,

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

From the people who control to people

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

People are people so let’s just mind our own