This is a song about "Poor people"

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

Thinking y'all cant touch this well that's easy with your poor

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

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

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Poor white people seen as trailer trash collecting fed checks,

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took