This is a song about "Fat child called julien"

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

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

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

I’m crimson color painted

Thats what child support did,

Fine young man with an old man mind

And i'm still considered a child

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

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind