This is a song about "Childhood memories"

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

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

Five shots she ready to leave

It brought back memories...

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

And not deprive me of my childhood,

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

It's about havin' a life, to make your own memories