This is a song about "Child abuse"

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

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

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

Fucking up your mind thinking i'm the worst child

Lyrics never tired they wont ever expire child

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

And i'm still considered a child

Money back on my mind

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see