This is a song about "Poor and struggle"

Stare into my eyes and you will see,years of pain struggle and misery

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

I still struggle to try and be happy, every damn day,

While you had to struggle ‘n kiss ass, and for what bitch?

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Add struggle, minus faith and divide your self in half

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

There's a clear divide of race and class between the rich and poor,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,

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