This is a song about "Childhood memories"

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Listen b, just give my stylist kudos

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

The memories we've got,

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

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

I'm not the only one with these memories

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

My childhood was full of bad memories

Not likely like stay long please

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them