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

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

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

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

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

My lyrics will bury you in the pit

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

Then bury her under the pavement

Secret society all we ask is trust