This is a song about "Poor childhood"

Towards my young childhood

You bull shit, look

A childhood being depressed,

Carol city or was it the west

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

A childhood being suppressed,

My childhood memories are still there..

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And not deprive me of my childhood,

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

6. stripped of my childhood this is all i know,

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took