This is a song about "Middle class"

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

The middle class sees it as where worthless trash roams,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

The middle class suburban kids are cryin', and slittin' wrists,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

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

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day