This is a song about "Bugzy malone childhood memories"

The memories we've got,

Like a fiend off the best rock

Showed your lil' ass look

That end of my childhood

Listen b, just give my stylist kudos

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

A childhood being depressed,

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

I'm not the only one with these memories

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look