This is a song about "Forster child"

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

I guess now you know what i went through as a child

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

And i'm still considered a child

So i started goin' wild like a steel jungle child,

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

My dad ask him if i'm a brainwashed child

Women at my pole

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

The child was holding her finger with a smile on his face...

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

You can search but you'll never find

That little selfless child