This is a song about "Child to grown"

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Kids here think there all grown.....

And it's well known that rell home

But now im grown,it's too late to change it

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

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,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Bother me to flow the prodigy child not too hot or too mild running miles

But since then i've really grown

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

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

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major