Got a homeless nigga in my bed. Bulit a tent to make it look like he sleepin in a shed. I'm in the front sleepin on the couch. Wrapped up in the blanket lookin like a juice pouch. Wake up the next mornin he eatin my cereal, then I come in he's usin my stereo. Next thing you know he's holdin my TV remote, while wearin my motherfuckin letterman's coat. Bringin a shawty of his in my crib, who actually lives under a bridge. That bitch attitude was nothin nice. Hey homegirl you in my crib not gangsta's paradise. Come home from work homeboy's havin a fiesta, got my whole crib lookin like a hacienda. Couldn't take it no more it was time for me to do was right, gettin this nigga out my sight. Homie I'm sick of dis, you gotta go. You runnin shit in my crib like you run a show. Pick up all yo shit and let's roll. That's the bottom line cause B-Train said so. (x2) After the motherfucker left the crib, my whole fuckin place was smellin like burnt ribs. Got my whole cabinets full of staled chips. Except one of em is filled with paper clips. The big boys surroundin him, that foo gon end up handcuffed and end up livin wit the feds. Better listen to the feds homeboy, don't want to spend yo whole life lookin like a jail houseboy. Heavy boy playin coy. He just so worried he'll be treated like a baby toy. Go work at Pizza Hut since you unemployed. You there to make Pizza not Chips Ahoy's. Boy this breezy ass weather. It's so damn windy the wind blowin me like i'm a feather. The water's nowhere fresher. Take care of yourself in live, and plan to live forever. Now you know it's never a good idea to let a stranger move in yo crib. They can be up to anything. One word for advice, watch who you invite. B-Train Life Is Hard.