This is a song about "Hurting child"

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

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

Back is hurting from the open wound

They can’t even come around

My immaturity that was hurting me inadvertently

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Luring these people i'm hurting you are hung

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Patience child. i smile upon you.

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

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

Like a small garage in your backyard

Gave me a burn on my hurting heart