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

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

I represent the desperation of the poor

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

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

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

The differences between being queen and being bitch

Cause i’m balling, bitch

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

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

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

I'll bury you, got mansions up in alaska with the caribou

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you