This is a song about "Helping the poor"

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

And i know - there'll never be peace

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

But me and my mom poor all at the very same time

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

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,