This is a song about "My child cleaning"

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

My dad ask him if i'm a brainwashed child

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Poppin cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

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

Prop my verse/ so i can stop the curse and murk this child

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Child parents see my music and say "thats one album you will not be buying"

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Now walk to it with your land mind

And i'm still considered a child

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

My mind is breaking gotta care for a child no one spares you a mile