This is a song about "Ugly childhood story"

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Its okay she fucking ugly

You bull shit, look

That end of my childhood

Here i go again, searching for love

A teen with ugly braces

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

My childhood was full of bad memories

I had a hard childhood,

Aye, hold your head homie, look

//#moral #of #the #story

But make sure if they do see

To them it's simply a story

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see