This is a song about "Im poor"

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

I told myself that i would play it cool

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

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

Donate to poor like you neva did

Aint rich aint poor im all day on record,

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards