This is a song about "Jacob bream"

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Ovaries and booties what do they all got in common?

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

I represent the desperation of the poor

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

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

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

She all that i can handle

We have nothing in common, poodle

I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle