This is a song about "Poverty and poor people"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And if there is white poverty, they're seen as rednecks,

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Poor white people seen as trailer trash collecting fed checks,

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

They got all this money while people are poor

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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