This is a song about "Poor stealer"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

Trip, and then you never snitch

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

Donate to poor like you neva did

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,

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

But me and my brother never made it out school

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

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

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

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool