This is a song about "Poverty"

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

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

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Face palming poverty/

I reel them in, goadomes on see

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

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

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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