This is a song about "Poor niggaz"

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

I represent the desperation of the poor

I call them hoes josh smith

But my niggaz in paris

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

I'm super fast, you niggaz are slow.

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

I stopped hangin around yall cause niggaz like you

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

And i dont give a fuck bout niggaz that hated