This is a song about "Being a child of a divorcing couple"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Either way it's either a body or a couple of bruises

Since i was a child, i had dreams of

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Imma just chuck in a couple of random words

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Forgone the birth of a child who's life is a curse

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

A couple bucks then give a fuck of some

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Humping, nope... just a couple of cannibalizes hugging.

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

And i'm still considered a child

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Or a ruler conquering a couple of islands