This is a song about "My childhood"

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

My childhood wasn't bland n' i'll tell you firsthand

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

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

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

A childhood being depressed,

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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