This is a song about "Poor"

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

I represent the desperation of the poor

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

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Is what i would say because i was poor

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

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

Your raps so poor you need a layaway

I want to feel her in every way

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

Man but this ain't no sign language

I turn you to a poor bitch