This is a song about "Raisede up poor"

This a roaster, bitch

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

This information is vital, look

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

And i grew up poor with no cash flow in the country, you ain't even know it,

You're fed up with the way things are going, you're poor and sick and tired

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

My whip is new but i'm playin' old school

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

I'm a poor white kid, got beat up everyday but stayed in school,

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards