This is a song about "Livin poor on the bl"

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

I represent the desperation of the poor

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

My sim card's the bomb

And just keep livin on

Livin' life like a soldier on the front lines.

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

We livin life in the fast lane

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

Livin on decks that hit the top floor

Not relying on the light no more

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing