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

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

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

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

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

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

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

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

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

But me and my brother never made it out school

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

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

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

Open up your contacts then scroll

Land of the rich on one dice roll,