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

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Percentage of the homeless, don't decrease over the years

Do i care, no i don't.. i'm white trash who might bash

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

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

I try to be the guy, you think about

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

You're homeless, that's why your shit is never makin' sense,

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

They had discovered how matter can't be broken, now them bums

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Words hit my ear-drums - bounce-off - brain churns but can't get through it

I'm definitely in a class of my own

And millions of homeless people back home