This is a song about "Poor metamorphosis"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Its unfortunate i had to metamorphosis your corpse to ashes,

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

I represent the desperation of the poor

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Your raps so poor you need a layaway

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

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

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Is what i would say because i was poor

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school