This is a song about "Child pornography"

My dad ask him if i'm a brainwashed child

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

18 year sentence with no parole

Good help is hard to find

And no bitch you're not with child,

Park my plane right there

Child support and welfare

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

And i'm still considered a child