This is a song about "Poor stealer"

But me and my brother never made it out school

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Donate to poor like you neva did

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Your raps so poor you need a layaway

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

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

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

They got all this money while people are poor

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

That poor guy cant even take a hit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook