This is a song about "Studid child"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

Ignore me because i am a broken child

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

Shit i'm lying too! told that bitch i love her for her mind

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

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Lyrics never tired they wont ever expire child

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Patience child. i smile upon you.