This is a song about "Your mums poor"

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

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

No david lettermans acting a fool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

I can teach you all the sounds of love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

Your mums pussy ill stick to

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack