This is a song about "Bad childhood"

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Luxury life, results living bad

My childhood memories are still there..

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

I’m effervescent, just ask them

My childhood was fucked from the age of ten

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

And it rules everything around them

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

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