This is a song about "Child exploitation"

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

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

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Didn't want to turn from god, but i'm the child he refused,

Cause i’m back on my grind

And i'm still considered a child

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

For that paper, i'mma grind

And no bitch you're not with child,