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

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

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

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

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

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

The things that shine in this world will care and protect us

Boy meets world and in this story the world is topanga just call me corry

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

I started this war and im gonna finish it

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