This is a song about "A child that lost his mom"

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

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

His hearts throbbing, he's got his mom in his thoughts

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Pops had his flaws, had a fuckin problem and lost so much/

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

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

It was his mom i made cry

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Off the blunt end of a sharp blade he tastes, he's lost his way,

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy