This is a song about "Poverty in africa"

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors.

Breeds from the poverty,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

Hopin' that my niggas see

Face palming poverty/

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Who will free us from the chains of poverty