This is a song about "The middle class"

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

They'll probably think i'm middle class 'cuz i don't press the metal,

The middle class suburban kids are cryin', and slittin' wrists,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Kicked out by middle class communities, gentrification,

Little middle class suburban kid, your rapping's worse,

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt