This is a song about "Poor people"

But she forgot about the golden rule

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Poor white people seen as trailer trash collecting fed checks,

Momma said i should reconsider law school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

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

I represent the desperation of the poor

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school