This is a song about "Ur a child"

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I gotta do it for my peoples with a child that's famished

Can't even help a small child in midst of a fall,

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

A million nasty things went through my mind

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

This is a double entendre ur a troubled contender for my crown improve ur vocab clown/

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

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

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

I remember life as a child when everything was wild.

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

Have a ware and look above ur

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Ignore me because i am a broken child