This is a song about "Unborn child"

Fucking up your mind thinking i'm the worst child

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

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter

Come here i’m about to take you higher

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

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