This is a song about "Ugandan child lavor"

That little selfless child

The glare makes me hard to find

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

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

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

And the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders

Got an independent business mind

My dad ask him if i'm a brainwashed child

Candy on my skull can call me a child

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

But i just wanna make love to your mind

And i'm still considered a child

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter