This is a song about "Im poor"

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

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

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

But she forgot about the golden rule

We gotta get back to what really matters

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

You're buying though cuz i'm really kinda fucking poor

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

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