This is a song about "Rich to poor"

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Took heed to corrections cuz how poor i was rated"

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Plan to get rich is going without a hitch,

On the slow jam of love

To get rich and famous,

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

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

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

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

D.c. all up in this bitch

Welcom to my rich domain

And i put that on my name