This is a song about "Child mortality"

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

My verses make rappers mortality rise like raptors.

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter

And no bitch you're not with child,

Should be harder to find

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Connections clear to me like i was facing my mortality

And that child support still isnt paid yet

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Candy on my skull can call me a child