This is a song about "Rubbish childhood"

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Why life did you save? look i know no better, so its not my fault my childhood

That end of my childhood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Niggas in the street scared

A childhood being suppressed,

Towards my young childhood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

You've only got a set number of years 'till your childhood

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,