This is a song about "Broke poor"

I just know i'm that dope

Life's too short to not go for broke

If skill was wealth you'd be broke

Where rules get followed

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

I feel so broke inside

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

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

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

But me and my brother never made it out school

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir