This is a song about "Poverty"

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

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Who will free us from the chains of poverty