This is a song about "Work poor"

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

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

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Together all the timethought it was true love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Thinking y'all cant touch this well that's easy with your poor

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

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

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