This is a song about "Letter to my child"

I gotta do it for my peoples with a child that's famished

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

R.i.p to the victims reach out and take my loving letter,

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

It's sad, but i ain't here, to talk about my fuckin' child hood,

Father was rich enough to pay, child would never have any sons

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Malia family, we the family

Check my letter i got christmas money,