This is a song about "Poor kids in africa"

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

Even poor people can use me in every school!

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

When half the world is poor or in penitentiaries

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

He threw a punch at a poor kids dome

And don't you bring your camera phone

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

Poor guy seems to be caught in a rift

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect