This is a song about "Child abuse on vietnamese toddlers"

To hold on to emotions till it overloads and abuse you

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

How much longer til i topple you toddlers

Bad child think im sweet until im pissing all on them

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

To hold on to emotions till it overloads and abuse you

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

As i wandered onwards / they mortared the toddlers and tortured the northerners

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

And for those who choose to abuse

Zero options to choose