This is a song about "Hurtin white people feelings"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Poor white people seen as trailer trash collecting fed checks,

I was raised around white people,believe me i thought they were evil

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

And most rich people are white, just not the opposite,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Thought we had the feelings

Size 9 fly kicks

It's curtains, i'm inadvertently hurtin' you

I gotta tell you that my love is true

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Stressed out and hurtin, getting more paranoid