This is a song about "Being a foster kid"

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Took the form of a human being

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

God better forbid that i have a kid,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

A childhood being suppressed,

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

And you all will respect that

Just a kid tranna rap

But i was a stupid little kid

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Of a kid with no exuberance

Let's enjoy our younger years

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Though, everybody's on me like the milli beat partner