This is a song about "Tuff childhood"

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst

That end of my childhood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

And not deprive me of my childhood,