This is a song about "Poor jewish boy"

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

It involves a mighty deity, by the n. n.name, yahweh.

The half black jewish canadian, eh?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.