This is a song about "Poor and rich"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

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

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

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

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Chillin' with homies and family

You act like you're so rich and flashy

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

When you fly as a bitch

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through