This is a song about "Rough childhood"

You are when i play rough

And panned out, i'm all in love

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

My childhood was full of bad memories

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

A childhood being suppressed,

Carol city or was it the west

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

And not deprive me of my childhood,

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I had a hard childhood,

That end of my childhood

From hollywood to the hood

But it wasn't enough,they want mo' rough

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus