This is a song about "Straight out paisa and poor"

Pulled out a burner shut a hole straight through his head

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Straight out my mind, and down through the keys.

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Straight out of rap's fittest camps

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

Got a beans if you wanna pop

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

And still be able to stand up straight

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

All your education goes straight out the door

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

And you suddenly got cream and all that time was broke and poor,