This is a song about "Child labour"

Child support and welfare

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

It's apart of her goal

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Ill put u in a box/like you been abusing a child

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

And that child support still isnt paid yet

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter

Better yet they work my every nerve

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