This is a song about "Depressing childhood"

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Of opposing, resenting it, held it in doleful depressing pit

That hot ham and you not damn, depressing statement

With such an ugly picture in it and

And not deprive me of my childhood,

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

Its depressing, this kingdom is prison, of this system we victim

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million