This is a song about "Helping the poor"

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Poor, uneducated whites, they get the blunt of the tricks,

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

It's hard to care about the poor with everything they're feeding ya,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

Or could i be the same one who came from a far away life

Cuz the the one you put in my back just helping me thrive

And then maybe the poor will survive, then hold the throne,

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

The cia just gives the poor drugs to sell, weigh the scale,

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail