This is a song about "Elite"

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Harvard's elite and pseud-intellectuals had it for ninety years,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

The elite don't want you dreaming or reading, let alone leading

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

So call me red cos i beat elite fours

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Of corrupt government leaders and elite aristocracy,

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

That you facin, so get pacin, im an elite athlete at a track meet and your just a skeet,