This is a song about "Romania poor kids"

And speak to suburban kids

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

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

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

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Donate to poor like you neva did

Nas told me life's a bitch

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

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

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

So here i am at the store for some chips

A lesser measure of beggar kids