This is a song about "Poor kids in africa"

I decided my pride is just why i resist

Poor guy seems to be caught in a rift

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

And that's in a poor neighborhood, truly nobody cares,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Kids in the bathroom were just passing by

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool