This is a song about "Dylans childhood"

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

I'm everything that they call nice

My childhood was full of bad memories

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

This information is vital, look

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup