This is a song about "You are poor"

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Would it surprise you if i told you facts about the poor whites,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

You could be better but you're a poor liar

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

The poor are getting sick, i can't wait for a rise in the nation,

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

My parents are so poor they're disenfranchised from politics,

X came through, caught lighter fluid

Donate to poor like you neva did

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Names and graves and the poor children who's parents are now gone away.