This is a song about "Depressing childhood"

Towards my young childhood

My nigga, no hook

I live in god's waiting room, depressing as hell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Everyday she screams, i find these depressing scenes

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

That's the depressing compromise

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Hold my tears i tried my best

A childhood being depressed,