This is a song about "Poverty"

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

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

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

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

That's why poverty is the number one element

Face palming poverty/

But make sure if they do see