This is a song about "Middle class"

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

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

The middle class feels guilty for their poor, now it's hurting,

I'm screaming for help, as loud as i can but that's not working

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,

Those pseudo-intellectual middle class hipster liberals,

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,

And that ain't shit in poor neighborhoods but middle class silence,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

I'm messing bitches with chuck, but i was wearing some foams

The middle class sees it as where worthless trash roams,