This is a song about "Poor stealer"

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

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

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

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

Donate to poor like you neva did

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

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

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