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

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

Nas told me life's a bitch

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

If you ever feel alone and

Then bury her under the pavement

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

Frightening, so fucking frightening

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

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

Apparent in the air that there's hysteria, they'll bury ya,

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch