This is a song about "Poor rich"

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

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

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

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Aint rich aint poor im all day on record,

I represent the desperation of the poor

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

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

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule