This is a song about "Job money alone homeless"

Who’s job is the abatement

Knees dug deep into the pavement

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

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

Much fun growin up all alone.

Whip, plane, motions own

He needs one like a homeless needs shelter

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Bitch i'll leave you broke, homeless, and boneless

He say, she say, oh my god

My brother need a new job

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Nearly homeless racist ignorant people, not making sense,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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