This is a song about "Bad childhood"

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Luxury life, results living bad

My childhood memories are still there..

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Lobsters and shrimp im good

That end of my childhood

She got that good good

Towards my young childhood

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

See, you're my best friend

A childhood being depressed,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

My childhood wasn't bland n' i'll tell you firsthand

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth