This is a song about "Poor stealer"

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Your raps so poor you need a layaway

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

That poor guy cant even take a hit

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods