This is a song about "Childhood friend"

You bull shit, look

That end of my childhood

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Friend after friend left me

Never ever pay rent

Im starving for blood my friend

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

People love hodgy i hate you though

They're tryin to say that i don't care

My childhood memories are still there..

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,