This is a song about "Helping the poor"

Say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Take the time i wasted helping you out on you

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

But me and my brother never made it out school

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding