This is a song about "You poor"

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

You could be better but you're a poor liar

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

Everybody wasted faded, faded

Donate to poor like you neva did

Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,

I rather give you my last to see you live again

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,