This is a song about "Helping the poor"

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

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

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

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

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

We told him no dough then we go and get your bitch

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

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Take the time i wasted helping you out on you

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

I represent the desperation of the poor

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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