This is a song about "Poverty life"

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

We grew up in poverty, y'all wonder why we talk money,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Face palming poverty/

What them tippers don't see

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

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,