This is a song about "Rimmo poor benefits spots"

There spots that are vacant

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Higher spots, like terrorists y'all are taking me hostage,

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit//

I represent the desperation of the poor

But she forgot about the golden rule

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

No david lettermans acting a fool

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit