This is a song about "The lost of a child"

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Coming straight from the sands, i'm lost in a grain of thought

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

I'm not a child of god but i desire props

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

When i was a child out of all my peers i was the one with no advantage

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

After , many loved lost what a disaster , my heart left fractured , the meaning of

The vacancy that sat in my heart

We hell razah's of the lost ark