This is a song about "Poverty and war in this world"

I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

World world war 3 bout to be known

Blackberry and t phone

And be another victim in this cold world

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

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

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

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,

People in this world be hatten

I am not the only one

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.