This is a song about "Poor life"

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

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

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Thinking y'all cant touch this well that's easy with your poor

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

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

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand