This is a song about "Poor metamorphosis"

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

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

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

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

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

I represent the desperation of the poor

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

Throw d's on that bitch

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

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor