This is a song about "Not poor"

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

I represent the desperation of the poor

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,

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

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain