This is a song about "Chicken childhood"

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Off to work i go, back to this childhood

You've only got a set number of years 'till your childhood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Towards my young childhood

Better than your bitch would

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

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

That end of my childhood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Nigga i ain't never scared

A childhood being suppressed,