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

Let me get started and tell you what it is all about

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

And sometimes i write about when life goes good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I think about this life i live and all the shit i'm facing

And if you got money man the head is amazing

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

When it's time for rap this is how i handle it

It feels random all is undefined

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

And this is how it goes when i awake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate