This is a song about "Rubbish childhood"

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

So i get to hacking at these rubbish mutha fuckas fuck it

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

Got their rubbish money and managed to get off without being hurt

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good