This is a song about "Broken child"

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

Thats what child support did,

My mates calling me gifted

And if they did, they didn't care

Broken beyond repair,

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

Fucking up your mind thinking i'm the worst child

And i'm still considered a child

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

Mami... she open, she open

Are grieving and broken

Uh, this what's been on my mind

And no bitch you're not with child,