This is a song about "Poverty"

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

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

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Let me rideuntil i get free

Face palming poverty/

We was dead at our first breath, born into poverty

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Korrupt kats that's jocking me, poverty, possibly a oligarchy economy

What them tippers don't see

Breeds from the poverty,