This is a song about "A child"

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

Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Said no child about his chores, with a quick force,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I'm not a child of god but i desire props

Cause ever since a child, he's had a volatile style

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Started way back when i was a child /spit a cypher while takin a shit in my diaper

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,