This is a song about "Rimmo poor benefits spots"

But she forgot about the golden rule

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

But me and my brother never made it out school

I represent the desperation of the poor

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Get ya head bust

There spots that are vacant

You're very attractive, and notice that

No benefits still a white boy never hissy fit

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence