This is a song about "Poverty"

Must be something you want me to see

Who will free us from the chains of poverty

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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

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

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

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Breeds from the poverty,

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

‘bout that money probly like a fucking robbery

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see