This is a song about "The poor"

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Swagging till i'm too poor, to afford, a rolly from the store

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

The sword, i reek of poor decisions

When half the world is poor or in penitentiaries

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Religion exists, just so the poor isn't killing the rich

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

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

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

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,