This is a song about "Your mums poor"

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

I'll swarm on your poor ass like the tribe goin' on award tour

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Thinking y'all cant touch this well that's easy with your poor

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

The best part of you ran down your mums leg and ended up being

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

They got all this money while people are poor

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

I'm your final save, no more need to cave, it's sure, no poor

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,