This is a song about "Poverty life"

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

‘bout that money probly like a fucking robbery

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

We was dead at our first breath, born into poverty

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

There's much more to life than just the poverty

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Famine, poverty, barren atrocity

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Good think i can spit or i'd be sinking to a life of poverty

Korrupt kats that's jocking me, poverty, possibly a oligarchy economy

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

It still wouldn't compare to laughing heartily in ghetto poverty