This is a song about "Tough childhood"

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

That end of my childhood

My bitches fuck me good

All them bad bitches tryna look so tough

My criteria ain't even that serious

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

A childhood being depressed,

Hold up yea we the best

And i need you to show me love

Tearing this beat up, tough tough,

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

When the going get's real tough, the tough are usually still wrong

We both knew this was gonna be tough

Hoping that nobody don't notice