This is a song about "Ghetto childhood"

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

A childhood being depressed,

Bout time i got my respect

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

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Better than your bitch would

That end of my childhood

Please, just peep the crystal method where

My childhood memories are still there..

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,