This is a song about "Poverty"

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

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

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

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