This is a song about "Oppressing the poor"

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

There's a clear divide of race and class between the rich and poor,

Swagging till i'm too poor, to afford, a rolly from the store

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Religion exists, just so the poor isn't killing the rich

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

I spend it make it right back on a monday

The sword, i reek of poor decisions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

I told myself that i would play it cool

I'm going hard for the days i was poor