This is a song about "Poor weave"

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Any future we can weave, and if we leave

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

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

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

I represent the desperation of the poor

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school