This is a song about "Partying bumbs"

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

They can’t stop us from partying oh yea.

Working the drywall partying it up

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

They were partying i was cutting tracks

This is the truth partying so hard that smoke comes out from the roof

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues