This is a song about "Being poor"

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

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

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Your raps so poor you need a layaway

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

I represent the desperation of the poor

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule