This is a song about "Poor friend"

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

This information is vital, look

Do you think i'm crazy

Friend after friend left me

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

I'm gettin discouraged with her

An old friend no stranger

Then push the milk on a slow bend

You know that shit is my best friend.

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

I may not be your best friend

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Come and get your scholarship, i'm taking kids to school

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor