This is a song about "Ignoring the poor"

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

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

It's hard to care about the poor with everything they're feeding ya,

But me and my mom poor all at the very same time

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

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

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

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