This is a song about "Ghetto childhood"

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

A childhood being depressed,

Half your body laying on my chest

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

My childhood was full of bad memories

Create life with the beats, alicia keys