This is a song about "Ruckus child"

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

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

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Candy on my skull can call me a child

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

I bring the ruckus to these other suckas, no comparing him

I bring more ruckus than wu tang

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Child support and welfare

Burberry, quite a hell

And that child support still isnt paid yet

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

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

While i haunt and start a ruckus with these lines i've written

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one