This is a song about "Youre a child"

Youre not in the right place; take a left for analytical

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

Ignore me because i am a broken child

Youre a disgusting stain

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Candy on my skull can call me a child

A million nasty things went through my mind

Youre nothing but a silly little nose picker

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

And i'm still considered a child

Better leave it all behind

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

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind