This is a song about "Life of a child worker"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I cant seem to figure out why im a child of misbehavior, but dad calls me a failure,

Since i was a child, i had dreams of

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

I never use a fork i always spoon her

He starts to get known as a real good worker,

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Ill put u in a box/like you been abusing a child

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

And i'm still considered a child

The revolution has arrived

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Ambition is a way of life

I remember life as a child when everything was wild.

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind