This is a song about "Happy childhood"

My childhood was fucked from the age of ten

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

Look it something they can't ever see

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

That end of my childhood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And not deprive me of my childhood,

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took