This is a song about "Poverty"

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

There's much more to life than just the poverty

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

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

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

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

That's why poverty is the number one element

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

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