This is a song about "The poor"

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

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

The middle class feels guilty for their poor, now it's hurting,

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale

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

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

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for,

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

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

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

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