This is a song about "Poverty rates"

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Young black males targeted by alarming arrest rates,

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

That's why poverty is the number one element

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

But if you're a millionaire, fuck tax rates, a higher section,

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free