This is a song about "Nursery"

Treatin me like a kid with them nursery rhymes

Who know this be the life that i really live

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Just go back to nursery,and learn at least one rhyme that's good enough to be called a line,

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Fuckin paedophilia rampant in the nursery

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

But yo still held back in the pre-school, so your crappin nursery rhymes

Your bars are nursery rhymes,kindergarten lines

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights