This is a song about "Poor stealer"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

That poor guy cant even take a hit

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

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

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand