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

Not puckett but i hit it then i duck a bitch

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

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

I represent the desperation of the poor

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

"forgive my past tricks?" i won't bury the hatchet,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

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

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch