This is a song about "Your mums poor"

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

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

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Your raps so poor you need a layaway

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

The real muscle in the message of that

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

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

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school