This is a song about "The poor"

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

It's hard to care about the poor with everything they're feeding ya,

Poor caveats fell in to the porker's meat melons

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

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

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

The cia just gives the poor drugs to sell, weigh the scale,