This is a song about "The rich bury the poor"

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Will be running the scene till they bury us the haters always envy us

I represent the desperation of the poor

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Who's from, the other side of the street, we bury it,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

There's a clear divide of race and class between the rich and poor,

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

Then bury her under the pavement

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Have you ever felt like, like you never get life

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

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch