This is a song about "Romania poor kids"

He threw a punch at a poor kids dome

And don't you bring your camera phone

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

Nas told me life's a bitch

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

They bringing me fish and chips

I try and respect kids

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

That scary love, never get married love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status