This is a song about "Poor"

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

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

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

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

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

You're buying though cuz i'm really kinda fucking poor

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

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

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

I need money in a major way

Your raps so poor you need a layaway

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

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

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