This is a song about "Poverty and domestic violence"

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

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

And my condition to start violence

And the v12, that's on various trips

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Talk money when you're in poverty, you grip and fiend,

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

But poverty and hunger are frustrating, and just know it hurts,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

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

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

And out of them same projects where lots of kids get shot up for gang violence