This is a song about "Poor friend"

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Momma said i should reconsider law school

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

She hangs up, and calls a friend

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Friend after friend left me

You were an amazing best friend

Niggas in the street scared