This is a song about "I m a hobo"

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

And all the while i think of you

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But they sold jello in the paint

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

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

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

M and z collapsed into a void stretchin infinite directions