This is a song about "Living poor"

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Man this life am living,

I'm doing the same thing

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Memories we renovate cause we're living..

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

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

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

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

But she forgot about the golden rule

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