This is a song about "Your mums poor"

Ohhh, wait 'til i get back to campus

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

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

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

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

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

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit