This is a song about "Joses poor ass"

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

X came through, caught lighter fluid

Donate to poor like you neva did

Is what i would say because i was poor

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

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

Thinking y'all cant touch this well that's easy with your poor

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

I'll swarm on your poor ass like the tribe goin' on award tour

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

That poor guy cant even take a hit