This is a song about "Losing a child"

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Can't even help a small child in midst of a fall,

I'm not a child of god but i desire props

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Got an independent business mind

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

Shit i'm lying too! told that bitch i love her for her mind

So i started goin' wild like a steel jungle child,

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

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

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

But i just wanna make love to your mind

And i'm still considered a child

Cause i’m back on my grind

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

Ignore me because i am a broken child