This is a song about "War against poverty"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

In my best pusha imitation

Against discrimination,

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

And slid back north of course to pen more

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Something you couldn't tame, a cunning gain i proclaim war against

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

There's much more to life than just the poverty

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And there's little to be glad for

Always felt like a six day war