This is a song about "You poor"

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

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Donate to poor like you neva did

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

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

Your raps so poor you need a layaway

Night i need that she comin here right away

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

You see my family wasn't poor, we had enough to live,

Could i be the same one who came from a far away life

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool