This is a song about "War and hunger in africa and killing niggas for no reason and money lovers"

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped

But poverty and hunger are frustrating, and just know it hurts,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Back like i never ever left in the first

I felt it, the hunger and the thirst

And dreamin', there ain't reason for breathin', can't knock the hustle,

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Yo i boast this flow and blow the show for no reason,

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one