This is a song about "Childhood"

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

To mcs that don't rhyme good

I had a hard childhood,

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Towards my young childhood

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Hold up yea we the best

A childhood being suppressed,

Lost my nigga over nothing though

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

My childhood was full of bad memories

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice