This is a song about "Poor you"

Never agree with that message

I turn you to a poor bitch

Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

You poor rhymin', i'm pure diamond, exciting writing not boring typing

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

You see my family wasn't poor, we had enough to live,

In fact, my hat is in tact with the fubu pull over

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Fly when i ball you'll get stopped if you pop the poor.. #riders,