This is a song about "Child molster"

Women at my pole

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Pockets probably like fried food

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

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

And i'm still considered a child

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

That little selfless child

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier

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

So i started goin' wild like a steel jungle child,