This is a song about "Poverty"

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Korrupt kats that's jocking me, poverty, possibly a oligarchy economy

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

We was dead at our first breath, born into poverty

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Famine, poverty, barren atrocity

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

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