This is a song about "Poor corrupted kid"

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Corrupted construction caused your death via action

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I'm spiritually corrupted

I ignore the calls for blasphamy, pushing on my corrupted qi.

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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

But she forgot about the golden rule

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

For beating another misinformed poor stoner