This is a song about "Happy childhood"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

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

My childhood memories are still there..

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Happy sadness lonely

I’m tryna be low key

My nigga, no hook

I had a hard childhood,

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

You've only got a set number of years 'till your childhood

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

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

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst