This is a song about "Poverty line"

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

And just in time your head is mine

No more waiting in a line

Or generate the next line,

Break it down one time

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

Through you under the avc line

We was dead at our first breath, born into poverty

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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