This is a song about "Poor metamorphosis"

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

We gotta get back to what really matters

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

They got all this money while people are poor

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

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

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

I represent the desperation of the poor

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