This is a song about "Poverty and poor people"

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

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

Face palming poverty/

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

But poverty and hunger are frustrating, and just know it hurts,

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

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

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Momma said i should reconsider law school

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

They got all this money while people are poor

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,