This is a song about "A black boy growing up in the hood"

It's insane, growing up, they told me, "don't go against the grain",

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Growing up in the streets was easy

I just want somebody i can see

Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle