This is a song about "Poverty"

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

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

Breeds from the poverty,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

That's why poverty is the number one element

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things