This is a song about "Poor stealer"

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

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

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

While you starin' over your shoulder

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

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

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

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

Your raps so poor you need a layaway

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray