This is a song about "Poverty"

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

That's why poverty is the number one element

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

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

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Famine, poverty, barren atrocity

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree