This is a song about "Poor ass niggas"

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

These bitch ass niggas dont wanna start the beef

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

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

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

You niggas corny as fuck, i'm just a horny ass jock

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

We gotta get back to what really matters

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

All you lookin ass niggas need some originality