This is a song about "Poor childhood"

Better than your bitch would

Towards my young childhood

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

That end of my childhood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Looking at them haters crammed in the dodge stratus

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

And not deprive me of my childhood,

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good