This is a song about "Matthew poor"

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

They got all this money while people are poor

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

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

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

That poor guy cant even take a hit

But you're loving mine i am the shit

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

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

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

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