This is a song about "Poverty"

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

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

That's why poverty is the number one element

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

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

Breeds from the poverty,

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Who will free us from the chains of poverty

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

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

Famine, poverty, barren atrocity

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

It still wouldn't compare to laughing heartily in ghetto poverty