This is a song about "Unborn child"

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Fucking up your mind thinking i'm the worst child

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

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

Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized

Patience child. i smile upon you.

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,