This is a song about "Ignoring the poor"

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,

Looking at them haters crammed in the dodge stratus

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

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

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

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Ignoring the wise made his brain look like two molecules

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

The sword, i reek of poor decisions