This is a song about "Poor peapole"

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

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

That poor guy cant even take a hit

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

She need now, she ain't never needed love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

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

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

You're buying though cuz i'm really kinda fucking poor