This is a song about "Matt poor"

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

Rack rack city bitch

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

I represent the desperation of the poor

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Is what i would say because i was poor

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

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

You're buying though cuz i'm really kinda fucking poor

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