This is a song about "Helping the poor"

Helping the the position that i'm in

Stand up misses i love your ambition

If i had on 'bama line

With him helping this time

I represent the desperation of the poor

So like i said before don't act a fool

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Take the time i wasted helping you out on you

So much pressure on the poor with financial problems aint that pleasant

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

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