This is a song about "Ghetto rich poor"

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Aint rich aint poor im all day on record,

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through