This is a song about "Poverty and poor people"

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Crime and poverty? what do y'all think? we passed that shit?

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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