This is a song about "Rubbish childhood"

A childhood being depressed,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

Towards my young childhood

My bitches fuck me good

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

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

My childhood was full of bad memories

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees