This is a song about "Bad childhood"

And not deprive me of my childhood,

We was loonie i suppose, you could

My childhood was fucked from the age of ten

I don't care what it did to them

Not likely like stay long please

My childhood was full of bad memories

Better than your bitch would

Towards my young childhood

Then push the milk on a slow bend

A childhood being depressed,

That end of my childhood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

My garage full of cars that bounce

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

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