This is a song about "Broke poor"

We gotta get back to what really matters

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Was a ghost at the most, broke

Been running around trying find a job

Broke nerd society gives big frowns

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

On top of that, i’m broke

I fucking hate this job

And you suddenly got cream and all that time was broke and poor,

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

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

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

But you can't hide

I feel so broke inside