This is a song about "Thuf childhood"

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

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

You bull shit, look

Towards my young childhood

My childhood was full of bad memories

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

I had a hard childhood,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

My childhood memories are still there..