This is a song about "Childhood"

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

My childhood was full of bad memories

I'm everything that they call nice

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

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

And not deprive me of my childhood,

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

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