This is a song about "Yes poor"

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Yes we bout it bout it/

Rack, rack city shit

I'm in love with taty, yes

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Rappin is sess, laced with rock and yes/

I just play my part make moves like chess

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus