This is a song about "The poor"

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

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

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

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

Come and get your scholarship, i'm taking kids to school

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

You know that love is a very serious thing

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

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