This is a song about "Having a disable child"

Yeah, we just having a good time

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Yeah, we just having a good time

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

A disturbed child now, he's missing his friend in denial.

I need money in a major way

If your having a bad day

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

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

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

Cause ever since a child, he's had a volatile style

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

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