This is a song about "Sandman child"

So before i go, you should harvest food

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Thats what child support did,

Doja was four hundred

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

And i'm still considered a child

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

I guess now you know what i went through as a child

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

Ill put u in a box/like you been abusing a child

And the streets is getting colder

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/