This is a song about "Work poor"

Please... twerk twerk, let that ass work,

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I represent the desperation of the poor

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

You'll never be late for work

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard