This is a song about "Helping the poor"

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

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

It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,

But me and my brother never made it out school

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I had the agility to fight and make a no helping me policy

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

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

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

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

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor