This is a song about "Rude childhood"

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

That end of my childhood

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

More lube, squeeze this mother fucking tube, [ehehehe] im so fucking rude,

And not deprive me of my childhood,

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

All my niggas get together to gather loot

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze