This is a song about "Poverty"

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Breeds from the poverty,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Who will free us from the chains of poverty