This is a song about "Poverty and domestic violence"

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Weed smoke, booze and violence

Wish i could shed all these tears

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

Violence is a sin and let that be a lesson,

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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