This is a song about "Broken child"

And no bitch you're not with child,

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

It'll blow ya mind

That little selfless child

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Mami... she open, she open

Streaks are made to broken

I need to free them

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

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

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

Streaks are made to broken

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Candy on my skull can call me a child

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