This is a song about "Second child"

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Pay my haters not too much mind

And no bitch you're not with child,

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

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

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Fucking up your mind thinking i'm the worst child

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Child and only second best like scottie,period fuck damn my cock bloody,