This is a song about "Poverty"

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

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Who will free us from the chains of poverty

And if you ain't heard me properly

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

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

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

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

He's acting like he knows poverty with that cake in his hand

Let me rideuntil i get free

Breeds from the poverty,

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see