This is a song about "How people treat the poor"

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

But she forgot about the golden rule

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

My talent should take me places i've never been

That's how we treat 'em, like they have no meanin'

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Treat them no special because they're people too

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

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

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool