This is a song about "Poverty"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

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

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

We was dead at our first breath, born into poverty

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see