This is a song about "Broken childhood"

Straight lane kiffen them

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

That end of my childhood

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

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

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

Better than your bitch would

Towards my young childhood

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

My childhood was full of bad memories

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

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

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Are grieving and broken

I need to free them