This is a song about "Program that helps you"

That shit that you be spittin son, you never should've wrote that

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Truth hurts but it helps us all

I also have a cutie to call

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

He helps me up and i stand tall

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

Helps me out and drowns me every time i try to take a test,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest