This is a song about "Middle class white boy"

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

Middle class with money but i still think that's a fuckin sin

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

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

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Working and middle-class people were viewed as gutter trash,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas