This is a song about "Child porn"

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

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

You die from my earthquake on porn mags you are buried

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

You're softcore, missing the details like cropped porn.

Cause they fear me in physical form

Screaming, "fuck the police" like 2pac and his porn,

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

Wait you can't help all you do is watch robot porn

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

And i'm still considered a child

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Ignore me because i am a broken child

Thats what child support did,

To mcs that don't rhyme good