This is a song about "Child malaster"

Patience child. i smile upon you.

When i get to warwick avenue

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

My dad ask him if i'm a brainwashed child

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier

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

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

And i'm still considered a child

Better leave it all behind

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

And that child support still isnt paid yet