This is a song about "Poor man"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

They got all this money while people are poor

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

I represent the desperation of the poor

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

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

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool