This is a song about "Poverty and poor people"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Even poor people can use me in every school!

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Face palming poverty/

Come on this journey

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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