This is a song about "My childhood was fucked up"

At the age 16 i was shot, thats fucked up man,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I replied "layin down" but actually i was really fucked up.

They used to think i was fucked up in the head

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

My childhood was full of bad memories

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

And not deprive me of my childhood,

I then fucked up, i forgot my lighters, but i have matches,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

My already fucked up life

Then put it into sex drive