This is a song about "Poor"

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Your raps so poor you need a layaway

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

They got all this money while people are poor

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

And the 9th is on the track bitch

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

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

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards