This is a song about "Oldest child"

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Uh, this what's been on my mind

That little selfless child

The glare makes me hard to find

And no bitch you're not with child,

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

My dad ask him if i'm a brainwashed child

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

And i'm still considered a child

Money back on my mind

Revealing universes and habitats unknown to the oldest of souls,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes