This is a song about "A bad child hood"

My dad ask him if i'm a brainwashed child

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

So i started goin' wild like a steel jungle child,

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

A disturbed child now, he's missing his friend in denial.

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

It's sad, but i ain't here, to talk about my fuckin' child hood,

This information is vital, look

But now your under a hood

The child was holding her finger with a smile on his face...

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

The revolution has arrived

And i'm still considered a child