This is a song about "Poverty and suffering"

I'm no longer a saint, jeremy shockey for life

Well its the pain and suffering that's stabbing me with a knife

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

You bullies want to split us down our bellies devouring our pain and suffering/

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Famine, poverty, barren atrocity

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Breeds from the poverty,

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see