This is a song about "Child murderers"

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

Whole time, a little more girls

With murderers, rapists and battered lies

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Lyrics never tired they wont ever expire child

Candy on my skull can call me a child

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

Drug dealers, rapists, and murderers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

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

And that child support still isnt paid yet

Kick back and know yo son set