This is a song about "Help the poor"

Prayin for the world, cause i feel like i cant help

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

The sword, i reek of poor decisions

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

I represent the desperation of the poor

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

And then maybe the poor will survive, then hold the throne,

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool