This is a song about "Childhood friends"

A childhood being depressed,

And i ain't never left

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

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

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

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

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

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

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

I had a hard childhood,

Smoke ? you know it taste good