This is a song about "The poor"

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

And then maybe the poor will survive, then hold the throne,

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

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

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

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

I represent the desperation of the poor

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

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

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

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

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool