This is a song about "White middle class"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Those pseudo-intellectual middle class hipster liberals,

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

Third letter quote hey ace i'm addicted to coke

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

The middle class sees it as where worthless trash roams,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

As a teen was middle class, a bitter ass who pissed away,