This is a song about "I was poor"

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

I use to have wealth but /poor like i was loaned life then /torn

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I was poor, took a skill i had, i'll later make it something,

My mama smoked so god damn much

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

It ain't nothin' better than a passionate woman

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

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

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