This is a song about "Bad childhood"

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Why life did you save? look i know no better, so its not my fault my childhood

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

6. stripped of my childhood this is all i know,

They all need attention, they call me a g though

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Luxury life, results living bad

My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

And not deprive me of my childhood,

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Convertibles with turbo jets

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)