This is a song about "Your poor"

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

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

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

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

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,