This is a song about "Ignoring the poor"

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

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

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Poor caveats fell in to the porker's meat melons

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for,

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score