This is a song about "Straight out paisa and poor"

Straight out the fucking tube

I must go like fly route

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Clocked out several times, keep my hours straight

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

And you suddenly got cream and all that time was broke and poor,

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

Poor, working-class household, now i'm here out cold,

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Same shit you said yesterday

I bought them straight out the bay

Knock you straight out of production

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor