This is a song about "Bad childhood and abusive dad"

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Towards my young childhood

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Dad and mom are getting a divorce

That's foolin' into confusion and more abusive intrusions

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

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

That end of my childhood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Good girls going bad, i'm the dude she fuck but she don't introduce me to dad

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

And not deprive me of my childhood,