This is a song about "Poor greek people"

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

Whip bitches with greek tar.

Just to let you know, you are

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

Momma said i should reconsider law school

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

Even poor people can use me in every school!

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups