This is a song about "Poor to rich ghetto guns drugs"

The cia just gives the poor drugs to sell, weigh the scale,

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

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

It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,

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

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

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

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

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

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

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

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college