This is a song about "Changing poverty"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Ripples wake, changing fates,

And today we're still in chains

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

It still wouldn't compare to laughing heartily in ghetto poverty

I'm going harder, and changing my pace

Say you through will all my foul ways

Who will free us from the chains of poverty

Look it something they can't ever see

I'm going harder, and changing my pace/

Left brain, super 3, creator ace