This is a song about "A little girl growing up without her"

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

"2pacalypse now" 'til infinity boy, forever

To why i have a bad girl good girl i cant find her

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

A girl 15, lets call her christine

They vaguely decipher my language

You a fake little girl cause you just a dumb bitch

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

Not a time pass without crying and thinking bout her

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list