This is a song about "Poor kids in africa"

Can't win with a passive attack

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

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

Kids in the bathroom were just passing by

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Why are all these kids livin in plead,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

And that ain't shit in poor neighborhoods but middle class silence,