This is a song about "Ignoring the poor"

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

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

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

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

There's a clear divide of race and class between the rich and poor,

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure

I represent the desperation of the poor

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Ignoring the wise made his brain look like two molecules