This is a song about "Rich and poor"

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through

Ships that sail to distant places

To get rich and famous,

Trying to get back to this thing called love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Maybe one day i'll wake up and be rich

But deep down, i don't really like you bitch

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split