This is a song about "Middle class white boy gangsters"

Let's pretend he grew up middle class with the ends,

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

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

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?

If we ain't right and always at the throats

The middle class sees it as where worthless trash roams,

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Kicked out by middle class communities, gentrification,

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Little middle class suburban kid, your rapping's worse,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

I always felt even though we were barely middle class,

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path