This is a song about "Poverty"

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Famine, poverty, barren atrocity

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

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

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

We grew up in poverty, y'all wonder why we talk money,