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

Got an independent business mind

It feels random all is undefined

It feels random all is undefined

This is to my unborn child

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

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

And it feels like i gotta choose

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

It feels like my life is going down the drain

How 'bout i don't give a fuck about life and all its rights and wrongs?

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force