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

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

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

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

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

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

They'll probably think i'm middle class 'cuz i don't press the metal,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

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

Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope