This is a song about "Poor metamorphosis"

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I mean the shit is, fred hampton on your campus

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor