This is a song about "Poor life happy"

But really im horrible i keep the gang life for real i steal from friends family even poor whores,

Breaking them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lightswatch 'em pause as i pull my strap out my drawers

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

I represent the desperation of the poor

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

Me/ inhereted too much negitivity/ that a happy life will never be

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.