This is a song about "Poor to rich"

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich

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

Modify your quota bitch

Aint rich aint poor im all day on record,

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

From poor to middle class and back again, i'm psycho to rap,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

He's so motherfuckin' poor he can't afford to pay attention,

Religion exists, just so the poor isn't killing the rich

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Used to be poor, we needed to get our cheddar right,