This is a song about "Poverty rape murder"

Rape you with repetition

Hmmm where should i begin

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

My favorite hobbies include murder and rape

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

It’s funny how she never called it statutory rape

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Better rape some bitches and then

Couple rape charges people think you're a monster

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her