This is a song about "Poverty and poor people"

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Poor white people seen as trailer trash collecting fed checks,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

Come and get your scholarship, i'm taking kids to school

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Talk money when you're in poverty, you grip and fiend,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

But she forgot about the golden rule

People label me as soft, emotional and poor