This is a song about "Poor family"

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

As your family dies, and my family rise

K family, billionaires

I'm on deck i'm up next

And so is this whole family

If you ain't about money

I represent the desperation of the poor

But she forgot about the golden rule

You're one of the family?

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

But really im horrible i keep the gang life for real i steal from friends family even poor whores,

Breaking them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lightswatch 'em pause as i pull my strap out my drawers

Now i'm missin my family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free