This is a song about "Rich or poor"

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

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Thats it we getting rich

Modify your quota bitch

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

These critics ain’t never been poor or experienced hardship,

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

He’ll be making people rich,

Cause i’m balling, bitch

It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,

After this eighth be high like out of middle school