This is a song about "Ignoring the poor"

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Poor caveats fell in to the porker's meat melons

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

And then maybe the poor will survive, then hold the throne,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

I call that shit that middle school