This is a song about "Poor family"

Third ward general, young cash money

Now i'm missin my family

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

K family, billionaires

And everybody's having sex

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

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

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

I represent the desperation of the poor

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one