This is a song about "Helping the poor"

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

With him helping this time

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

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

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Religion exists, just so the poor isn't killing the rich

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

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

I represent the desperation of the poor

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

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