This is a song about "Ugly childhood"

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

And not deprive me of my childhood,

Chillin' with homies and family

Telling themselves they ugly

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

All these bitches ugly, call them girls up

My childhood was full of bad memories

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

I'll bust in your tummy!! even if your ugly?!

Once as a slave who imagined being free

That end of my childhood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I'll start an invasion with ugly caucasians