This is a song about "Poor"

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

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

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

So take the stage just show me what you got

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,