This is a song about "My childhood"

She got that good good

That end of my childhood

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

A childhood being suppressed,

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

And i know - there'll never be peace

My childhood was full of bad memories