This is a song about "Poverty"

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

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

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

Who will free us from the chains of poverty

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

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

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

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

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