This is a song about "Poor friend"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

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

I represent the desperation of the poor

Just say he's the best

Put your faith in christ my friend