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

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

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

World world war 3 bout to be known

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Different kind of people in this world/

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

You gotta fight like a wariior to stay in this world

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before