This is a song about "Poverty and suffering"

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

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

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

All i have is my suffering and pain

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

And i'll enjoy your suffering, you think i'm bluffing,

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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

I don't fear hell, suffering and burning, isn't much to be concerned with

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

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