This is a song about "Poverty"

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

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

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

That's why poverty is the number one element

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,