This is a song about "Rough childhood"

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

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

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And we havin' rough sex

My childhood was fucked from the age of ten

And do i need to mention when

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst

I'm just trying to focus

Cause you never liked it rough,

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

A childhood being depressed,

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Towards my young childhood

Showed your lil' ass look