This is a song about "Child murderers"

For that paper, i'mma grind

And no bitch you're not with child,

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

Candy on my skull can call me a child

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Child support and welfare

Park my plane right there