This is a song about "Dealing with poverty and rapping fast and being gangsta"

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Doctor dre and them gave birth to gangsta rap, and it flourished,

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Your gone, you retreat to your rapping technique, dealt with and helpless

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

But poverty and hunger are frustrating, and just know it hurts,

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks