This is a song about "You a bum"

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

All you do bum around, yea quit trying to stop me

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city