This is a song about "Future child"

Get your paper, see you later

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

Or something that you paid for

I'm no psychic, i don't know the future

Though it takes time to build a body and a mind

Ignore me because i am a broken child

Candy on my skull can call me a child

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

I determine your future.

I pipe in and one night her

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Thats what child support did,

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

Lyrics never tired they wont ever expire child

And no bitch you're not with child,

But i just wanna make love to your mind