This is a song about "Child to grown"

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

And i'm still considered a child

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Father was rich enough to pay, child would never have any sons

I cant seem to figure out why im a child of misbehavior, but dad calls me a failure,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

But one day, she with her husband and child went to a crowded place

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

It's sad, but i ain't here, to talk about my fuckin' child hood,

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,