This is a song about "Poor metamorphosis"

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

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

Donate to poor like you neva did

After party crib full of broads all naked

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Is what i would say because i was poor

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

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

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

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