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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

I guess it was that bad, i hope your sad go ahead and tell your dad,

To mcs that don't rhyme good

That end of my childhood

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

Flo flo flow bad dad catch a cab hoe in my habitat

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

My childhood was full of bad memories

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys