This is a song about "Matthew poor"

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

Never agree with that message

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

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

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards