This is a song about "Madison poor"

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

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

I represent the desperation of the poor

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

But she forgot about the golden rule

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school