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

I know they pay me too much of attention

Love for no other emcee, no room for affection/

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

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

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

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

Theres no #enigma, just a love for causing friction

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But we so poor, we got no door,

That's just the beginning of war

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

But ion show no love g

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

Busy raising babies and living on tour

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

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again