This is a song about "Didnt"

As a kid i often didnt mind

From the womb, my newborn child

Where you learn to spit? didnt somebody teach ya,

Is written in our souls, africa

But my dad didnt make it

I put some cash in ya pocket

Half your body laying on my chest

I didnt know how to raise kids i tried my best

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I didnt know what influenced me to rap

Back when mama didnt have to worry

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I didnt care but it had to end

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest