This is a song about "Child poverty"

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

Candy on my skull can call me a child

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Ignore me because i am a broken child

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

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

That's why poverty is the number one element

See all i ever wanna do is be relevant

And i'm still considered a child

Should be harder to find

Child support and welfare

Let me hear that beat, air

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive