This is a song about "Ghetto childhood"

Hold my tears i tried my best

A childhood being suppressed,

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

My childhood memories are still there..

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

A childhood being depressed,

She said she’s from the ghetto

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

My childhood was full of bad memories

I hate chickens but i do fuck pretty birdies