This is a song about "Having autism"

If your having a bad day

But i ain't get to see you today

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Without having to worry about a hubby

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

She gonna dance when that molly through

Ive been having these thoughts

Speed up, patience, please cause

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

To put that into context autism usually gets you less than thirty,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Why are the little kids having little kids

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips