This is a song about "Ugly childhood story"

And not deprive me of my childhood,

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

From hollywood to the hood

I had a hard childhood,

Throw your money in the air

My childhood memories are still there..

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Telling themselves they ugly

That end of my childhood

Better than your bitch would

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

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

I burst in the game dress the scene so ugly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

My childhood was full of bad memories