This is a song about "Ixfixiated drums that bash on homeless bums"

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

I bash on your raps and i smash up your ass for your wack shit

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

'cuz y'all make about as much sense as a fucking homeless man,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

All i heard was a few pouts, i think they were the hollywood bash

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

But most times darling the sequel sucks

He needs one like a homeless needs shelter

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Smash, crash, crack, bash, lash, dash, lunge, punch, kick, hit

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

And millions of homeless people back home