This is a song about "Bad childhood"

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

Wait till i destroy the childhood dream, that gleams on the tv screen/

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

That end of my childhood

Better than your bitch would

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

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

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

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

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