This is a song about "The poor"

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

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

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Poor, uneducated whites, they get the blunt of the tricks,

And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch

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

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

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

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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,