This is a song about "No love for thr poor"

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Then i said i had enough

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Theres no #enigma, just a love for causing friction

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

That pays her decent so we ain't poor no more, changing paces,

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

Because your poor and there's no one else to blame

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for,

'cuz my motherfuckin' parents are too poor to pay for college,

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

So gon' and be my dealer baby

But ion show no love g

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun