This is a song about "Your mums poor"

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

You're buying though cuz i'm really kinda fucking poor

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

Your mums a bike cos everybody gets a free ride

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

They got all this money while people are poor

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

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