This is a song about "The middle class"

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

White middle class parents are sayin' rappers get paid to cuss,

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Working and middle-class people were viewed as gutter trash,

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Those pseudo-intellectual middle class hipster liberals,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Kicked out by middle class communities, gentrification,

The middle class feels guilty for their poor, now it's hurting,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring