This is a song about "Poor peapole"

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

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Donate to poor like you neva did

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

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

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

They got all this money while people are poor