This is a song about "Poor ppl"

You is not hip then i can not coach her

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

Is what i would say because i was poor

But she forgot about the golden rule

But me and my brother never made it out school

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

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

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

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

I no a lot of ppl out there

Trip, and then you never snitch

I turn you to a poor bitch

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

We was loonie i suppose, you could

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Trying to get back to this thing called love