This is a song about "Gifted child"

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Lyrics never tired they wont ever expire child

Their sayin on my mind

And no bitch you're not with child,

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Ignore me because i am a broken child

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

Candy on my skull can call me a child

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Niggas that guided me through

Patience child. i smile upon you.

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)