This is a song about "Collar"

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Blue collar they'd call it, ain't ghetto, fuck what haters say,

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Blue collar they'd call it, ain't ghetto, fuck what haters say,

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Look, another day another dollar

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Reachin' for my collar, so anxious from this evil mess

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters