This is a song about "Poor man"

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

I represent the desperation of the poor

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

That poor guy cant even take a hit

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

That was just the beginning it's not over