This is a song about "Aidan is poor"

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

But she forgot about the golden rule

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

Yeah, we get this cabbage

I turn you to a poor bitch