This is a song about "Important childhood memory"

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

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Bitch i love recording and feeling important

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

A childhood being suppressed,

Hold up yea we the best

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

In a memory i will remember

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

It's like a stain, the main memory,

Same shit you said yesterday

Not important, you're in portland

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and