This is a song about "My child cleaning"

Their sayin on my mind

That little selfless child

I'm the only child that my mom regrets, probably best

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I'm the only child that my mom regrets, probably best

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

It's sad, but i ain't here, to talk about my fuckin' child hood,

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Started way back when i was a child /spit a cypher while takin a shit in my diaper