This is a song about "Child mortality"

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

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

Fucking up your mind thinking i'm the worst child

But i just wanna make love to your mind

Thats what child support did,

Dark liquor 'til we busted

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Ill mindfuck you over with my rhyming mentality, high off x die with mortality,

The revolution has arrived

My dad ask him if i'm a brainwashed child

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter

And i'm still considered a child

Cause i’m back on my grind