This is a song about "Tuff childhood"

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

My childhood memories are still there..

A childhood being depressed,

Hold my tears i tried my best

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

Now times are hard and i know its tuff

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

Nigga i ain't never scared

A childhood being suppressed,

You've only got a set number of years 'till your childhood

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