This is a song about "Broken childhood"

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

No medal here, i'm well aware

My childhood memories are still there..

Niggas in the street scared

A childhood being suppressed,

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

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

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

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

My bitches fuck me good

I had a hard childhood,

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip