This is a song about "Poor people"

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

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

You're buying though cuz i'm really kinda fucking poor

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Where most people are poor and uneducated,