This is a song about "My child cleaning"

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

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Mixtapes calling out names, cleaning out closets, cuz know one knows me

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Uh, this what's been on my mind

That little selfless child

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

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Ignore me because i am a broken child

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

See there no place better than the state of my mind

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

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed