This is a song about "Poor"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

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

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

Donate to poor like you neva did

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Your raps so poor you need a layaway

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

You're buying though cuz i'm really kinda fucking poor

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

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

They got all this money while people are poor

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

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule