This is a song about "So im poor"

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for,

That's why i still so poor and so cool

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

It ain't nothin' better than a passionate woman

Religion exists, just so the poor isn't killing the rich

The differences between being queen and being bitch

And im feelin so numb

If a nigga didn't fake like them

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Im feeling so lonely only myself