This is a song about "Ith child"

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

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

And i'm still considered a child

The revolution has arrived

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

And that child support still isnt paid yet

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

Timmy got his bike stole

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

Candy on my skull can call me a child

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Didn't want to turn from god, but i'm the child he refused,