This is a song about "Rubbish childhood"

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

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

Showed your lil' ass look

That end of my childhood

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

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

My childhood was full of bad memories

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

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

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

My childhood was full of bad memories

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood