This is a song about "Poverty"

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

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Face palming poverty/

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

We was dead at our first breath, born into poverty

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

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense