This is a song about "Greedy poor"

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

We're takin' shit out like greedy corporate ceo bankers,

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

For this long, i've heeded to needs of the seedy, the greedy, left me in a rage

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Is what i would say because i was poor

I represent the desperation of the poor

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Thinking y'all cant touch this well that's easy with your poor

Momma said i should reconsider law school