This is a song about "Poverty life"

All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

How ironic, leave them in poverty, don't believe? that's true,

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

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

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

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

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

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

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