This is a song about "Childhood"

Towards my young childhood

Better than your bitch would

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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

My childhood was full of bad memories

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

My childhood was full of bad memories

That end of my childhood

My bitches fuck me good

Why life did you save? look i know no better, so its not my fault my childhood

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Cause i got the burner in the hand

My childhood wasn't bland n' i'll tell you firsthand