This is a song about "Weak and poor"

It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,

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

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I'm about to speak and leave emcees weak,

And too dirty for weak disinfectants like clorox

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block