This is a song about "Broke poor"

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

If your broke its cuz i broke you

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

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

The day bill gates go broke is the day we broke

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

I feel so broke inside

Me and you i think we should ride