This is a song about "Poor rap flow"

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Ya'll niggas better whip up a potion my flow so rough my rap book

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

From poor to middle class and back again, i'm psycho to rap,

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

The way i flow the way i rap, your insults are my incentive to tap

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

This is real rap, flow, lyrics to the finest

Couch. he reached in and pulled out a little baggie and this is where the cocaine

I have a flow of a train, won’t stop until i hit the breaks and i’m at rap city lane

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would