This is a song about "White middle class"

I always felt even though we were barely middle class,

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Kicked out by middle class communities, gentrification,

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

The middle class suburban kids are cryin', and slittin' wrists,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Let's pretend he grew up middle class with the ends,

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

The middle class sees it as where worthless trash roams,

I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap