This is a song about "Sum bap"

To sum up six hearts when i carve them apart.

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Got sum real bad hoes that will fuck me for free

Third ward general, young cash money

And if your dick ain't long then nigga you know sum wrong.

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

Do the math, get the sum

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

U feel sum type of way,

Reading shit my critics say

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

To sum it up, your dead wrong about what you think you know/

Sniff coke, drink coke and rum, smoke some, become a bum, then take the sum

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album