This is a song about "Madison poor"

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Listen to every word that i slur

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

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

Come and get your scholarship, i'm taking kids to school

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers