This is a song about "Poverty and poor people"

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

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

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

And if there is white poverty, they're seen as rednecks,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz