This is a song about "Poor and rich"

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

She need now, she ain't never needed love

And these artists don't need me they're already rich

Niggas wild as shit. no rubber, just climb in that bitch

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

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

Cause this album pack enough evil

Of being rich and powerful