This is a song about "Living poor"

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Towards the life you're living

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Why not me the same thing

But boy you aint living

Thats my everyday living.

I'm doing the same thing

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living,

And getting money is the song i sing

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

While you starin' over your shoulder

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,