This is a song about "Broken childhood"

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Riding around with ms. reece and them

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Broken beyond repair,

Throw your gun in tha air

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

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

That end of my childhood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

My childhood memories are still there..

I'm love stoned and i could swear

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug