This is a song about "Poor people"

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

Is what i would say because i was poor

My whip is new but i'm playin' old school

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Donate to poor like you neva did

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

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

Even poor people can use me in every school!

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor