This is a song about "Anthony is poor"

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Donate to poor like you neva did

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Yeah, we get this cabbage

I turn you to a poor bitch

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

The flight is canceled due to poor sky conditions

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Man but this ain't no sign language

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy