This is a song about "Money drugs and poverty"

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

And if there is white poverty, they're seen as rednecks,

Talk money when you're in poverty, you grip and fiend,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Tell me, if you lived in poverty all of your life you wouldn't really talk money,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,