This is a song about "Youre a child"

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

I guess now you know what i went through as a child

Since i was a child, i had dreams of

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Cause ever since a child, he's had a volatile style

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Youre nothing but a silly little nose picker

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

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

Youre next, so check my dialect and buy a vest or youre wrecked

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

So i started goin' wild like a steel jungle child,

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

And i'm still considered a child

Should be harder to find