This is a song about "I used to be poor"

I used to be sick of the scrutiny/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I used to be a dork now these girls all wanna chase me

I used to be friendly until i got crossed

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

I remember back when i used to be the person to stay silent in the hallways

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

I am a broken fragment if who i used to be.

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

I used to beat up people who just couldn't leave me be

My lady, my baby

By her side, like it used to be

Thinking about the way things used to be

Must be something you want me to see