This is a song about "Poverty"

We grew up in poverty, y'all wonder why we talk money,

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

How ironic, leave them in poverty, don't believe? that's true,

The optimistic, pro on the lottery

There's much more to life than just the poverty

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

We was dead at our first breath, born into poverty

Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

‘bout that money probly like a fucking robbery