This is a song about "Rubbish childhood"

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

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

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish

My childhood wasn't bland n' i'll tell you firsthand

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

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

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Your new man got my respect

A childhood being depressed,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

But its not like you talking rubbish at least it makes some sense

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex