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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Cause i ain't havin' no luck with this little bum foot so fuck it

Im like no other rapper that you've met.

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

You ain't gon find that

My shit could make a bum strip.

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Zombie ill fucking bite tuechie,bum rush his ass like a groupie,

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have