This is a song about "No other bum like julians bum"

Anytime you wanna cry, just pull a kleenex out yah front, bum

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

Sprung from your moms bum, oh and bang it like a tin dong,

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

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

I aint the best, hell im far from it, but this bitch sucks, he far bum it,

And it ain't no problem

"see i won't be a bum"

With g's in my pocket

My shit could make a bum strip.

Im like no other rapper that you've met.

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

She should have invited her

I make rhymes like no other