This is a song about "Jacob bream"

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

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

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

I represent the desperation of the poor

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school