This is a song about "Im poor too"

But now im grown,it's too late to change it

The next day you is everybody target

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

But really im horrible i keep the gang life for real i steal from friends family even poor whores,

Breaking them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lightswatch 'em pause as i pull my strap out my drawers

Im too damn violent

Clap two times if you drunk

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Ya girl tellin me im too outspoken

But see im not too cocky

I'm going back to cali

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

Not giving a shit because im too dyamn surreal,