This is a song about "Child labour"

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

And no bitch you're not with child,

Cause i’m back on my grind

I'm on my grind

That little selfless child

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

I guess now you know what i went through as a child

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

And i'm still considered a child