This is a song about "Dylans childhood"

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

Wait till i destroy the childhood dream, that gleams on the tv screen/

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

From hollywood to the hood

And not deprive me of my childhood,

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

My childhood memories are still there..