This is a song about "Broke poor"

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

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

I refuse to be another being on this earth

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

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

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Was a ghost at the most, broke

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

And broke multiple laws

Black fours red drop head doors