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

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

As it slips through your toneless lips borderline homeless,

Its because of you that i'm not a homeless bum, with missing gums

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Good kids make bad grown ups

Nearly homeless racist ignorant people, not making sense,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Dont vibe with bums... i'll bite my tongue and rip it out

Maybe you don't like the homeless, but they're important though

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

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