This is a song about "All i think about is life and how it feels when poverty strikes"

One time for the girls with the right shoes

And it feels like i gotta choose

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

This is everything that we call hype

At night, is when it feels just right

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

It feels random all is undefined

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Good think i can spit or i'd be sinking to a life of poverty

It feels like my life is going down the drain

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,