This is a song about "Poor life"

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

But she forgot about the golden rule

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

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

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

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

You're buying though cuz i'm really kinda fucking poor

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

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

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