This is a song about "The poor"

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

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

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

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

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

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

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

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

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

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

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

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