This is a song about "Rimmo poor benefits spots"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

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

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

Watching for hollow-tip shots

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

You'll be pressured as the seconds tick, so surrender your benefits

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

You should forever remember your benefits