This is a song about "Losing a child"

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

And i'm still considered a child

Ignore me because i am a broken child

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

My dad ask him if i'm a brainwashed child

You can search but you'll never find

Open up your contacts then scroll

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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