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

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

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

Took heed to corrections cuz how poor i was rated"

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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

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

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

People treat me with respect but i ain't saying that i'm the best

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs