This is a song about "Poor"

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Call me a product of my own damn hood

I represent the desperation of the poor

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

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

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool