This is a song about "Jose is poor"

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

Cause lately iv been going by jose n stocking on my prey

The flight is canceled due to poor sky conditions

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I turn you to a poor bitch

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