This is a song about "Child labor during industrial revolution"

Should be harder to find

And i'm still considered a child

The revolution is coming get ready to ride

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

During the moments shudder, i steady my breath

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

But my labor has culminated,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Wear them niggas faces as masks during robberies

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

My words are cause for evacuation during this hysterical situation

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

Ignore me because i am a broken child

I got a lot on my mind

That little selfless child