This is a song about "I was poor"

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I was a poor white male, still he got the stares, it's twisted,

And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,

On to college, im always on the yard like farmers

That's why i still so poor and so cool

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

And you suddenly got cream and all that time was broke and poor,

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

Took heed to corrections cuz how poor i was rated"

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

I would have been a totally different person

I used to be poor in the bad part down, stealing bikes to run,