This is a song about "Oppressing the poor"

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

So much pressure on the poor with financial problems aint that pleasant

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

And i know - there'll never be peace

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

Poor caveats fell in to the porker's meat melons

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

The sword, i reek of poor decisions

It's hard to care about the poor with everything they're feeding ya,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor