This is a song about "Living poor"

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

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

And dying every second im living

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

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Making an unnecessary living

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Then you look like a fucking fool

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

But i ain't listening

Man this life am living,