This is a song about "White middle class"

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Little middle class suburban kid, your rapping's worse,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And that ain't shit in poor neighborhoods but middle class silence,

Motivated just from being broke

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Trust me, y'all critics and parents from middle class households,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,