This is a song about "Poverty rates"

Come on this journey

Breeds from the poverty,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

There's much more to life than just the poverty

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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

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

Young black males targeted by alarming arrest rates,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Theres no escape from the unfortunate fate awates increasing the crime rates,

Frozen, i'm going insane / cloaked like a ghost but i've broken my chains

Face palming poverty/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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