This is a song about "Bastard child"

Thats what child support did,

Mad, still make em naked

And i'm still considered a child

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

I'm the bastard son of a

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Patience child. i smile upon you.

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

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

Lyrics never tired they wont ever expire child

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

You get your ass kicked you ignorant bastard

Not a bastard but inglorious

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces