This is a song about "The poor"

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

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

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,

I represent the desperation of the poor

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

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

So much pressure on the poor with financial problems aint that pleasant

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet