This is a song about "You poor"

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Fly when i ball you'll get stopped if you pop the poor.. #riders,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

You poor rhymin', i'm pure diamond, exciting writing not boring typing

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life

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