This is a song about "Poor kids in africa"

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

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

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

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

Poor caveats fell in to the porker's meat melons

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

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

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

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

Even poor people can use me in every school!

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far