This is a song about "An unborn child"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

And i'm still considered a child

Good help is hard to find

Ignore me because i am a broken child

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

And no bitch you're not with child,

But i just wanna make love to your mind

And u aint even an ordinary child...u r marvelously gay

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

I guess now you know what i went through as a child

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

I refuse to be another being on this earth