This is a song about "Struggling as a child"

My life is troubling hard life i always holdin a knife can never stop the struggling,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

A disturbed child now, he's missing his friend in denial.

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

And i guarantee you'll have a hard time struggling,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Yalls struggling like a vampire allergic to blood but has a blood addiction

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Ignore me because i am a broken child

The child was holding her finger with a smile on his face...

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Candy on my skull can call me a child

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind