This is a song about "Weak and poor"

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I said i got my ass beat

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

This is to my unborn child

Leave's me weak and im blind

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,