This is a song about "Poor and rich"

Aint rich aint poor im all day on record,

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

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

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

Only dreamed of middle class, and never, ever, ever rich,

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

We told him no dough then we go and get your bitch

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

Maybe one day i'll wake up and be rich

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

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

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Resented by the game like i'm pete rose in this bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich