This is a song about "Your poor"

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

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

Super magic, abracadabra kid

Donate to poor like you neva did

I turn you to a poor bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Because your poor and there's no one else to blame

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

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

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

Is what i would say because i was poor

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