This is a song about "Middle class"

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

As a teen was middle class, a bitter ass who pissed away,

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Fuck you little comfortable middle class dual-earner homes,

Kicked out by middle class communities, gentrification,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

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

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

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

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

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

When all i see are safe places, upper middle class families,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze