This is a song about "You poor"

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

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

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

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

And you suddenly got cream and all that time was broke and poor,

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

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

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

They got all this money while people are poor

My whip is new but i'm playin' old school

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.