This is a song about "Middle class white boy"

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

The middle class sees it as where worthless trash roams,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

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