This is a song about "Helping poor people"

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

If i'm helping the game, or being purely a bully,

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

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

They got all this money while people are poor

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Even poor people can use me in every school!

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool