This is a song about "Losing a child"

And i'm still considered a child

Cause i’m back on my grind

Still like a lake water, while a child swims in the clear water

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

They calling me often to offer me walls

Said no child about his chores, with a quick force,

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

You get lost for days, in a child created maze.

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

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

You can search but you'll never find

Candy on my skull can call me a child

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

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

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

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind