This is a song about "You re a bum nigga"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Oh false alarm,he's just a retarded bum...

My shit could make a bum strip.

The dead society of a poet

John rocket atlanta's bravest know that i'm awesome

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

A legend have to bow, africa

Make you walk like a penguin nigga.

You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

You know you like dick up your bum,