This is a song about "Poverty and poor people"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Poor white people seen as trailer trash collecting fed checks,

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Talk money when you're in poverty, you grip and fiend,

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

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

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Crime and poverty? what do y'all think? we passed that shit?

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

Since nautica was popular than popular for good