This is a song about "Poor people romania sad kids money"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

Ambition is my shit and i put that on my name

Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

He sees the people he grew up with, they have kids now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Even poor people can use me in every school!

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule