This is a song about "Being poor"

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

That poor guy cant even take a hit

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

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

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

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

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

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

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,