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

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

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

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

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

// [bitch you get (no love)]

I wouldn't be famous

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

I'm your final save, no more need to cave, it's sure, no poor

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

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

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

But ion show no love g

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one