This is a song about "Matt poor"

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

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

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

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Murdered every bod from my squad

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Your raps so poor you need a layaway