This is a song about "Poverty and wealth"

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

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

Your wealth small and through what's wrong with you

And word i blew off herb i grew

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Blade in my hand time flowed like sand and i was far away from wealth,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Face palming poverty/

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Down on yourself cause i took your wealth.

Cause i can't seem to see myself