This is a song about "Short rap about poor"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Rap about life, and tell me about the life you had,

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

To make what i write worth to rap about

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

So i can just rap about my mistakes.

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

But not the rest, remember that rap was too short,

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you

I'll keep it short and sweet like a rap haiku

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

This rap may have been short but you've been taught about real rap

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap