This is a song about "Childhood song"

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

You were right here all along

Can barely finish a song

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

This information is vital, look

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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