This is a song about "Your mums poor"

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

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

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

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

They got all this money while people are poor

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

I represent the desperation of the poor

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school