This is a song about "Child 20pornographg"

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Fucking up your mind thinking i'm the worst child

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

And no bitch you're not with child,

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

My dad ask him if i'm a brainwashed child

Child support and welfare

U got all them drums in there

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

The child was holding her finger with a smile on his face...

The marathon of this game always changes in pace