This is a song about "Depressing childhood"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

Didn't expect her to dart steadily into depressing darkness

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Smoke ? you know it taste good

And not deprive me of my childhood,

Your new man got my respect

A childhood being depressed,

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

I'm far from ecstasy, this song's depressing me