This is a song about "Rich or poor"

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Aint rich aint poor im all day on record,

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Nothins stopping me from being rich

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

There's a clear divide of race and class between the rich and poor,

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

I live in england where them bitches rich,

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch