This is a song about "Poverty and poor people"

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

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

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

The optimistic, pro on the lottery

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free