This is a song about "Poor corrupted kid"

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

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

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

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Flashin' like lights with their chains in front me show how corrupted they've been be

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

It sucked for this coward kid

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

I'm a poor white kid, got beat up everyday but stayed in school,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

For beating another misinformed poor stoner