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

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

Aye, hold your head homie, look

If theres a time that in the hood

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Sitting in igloo growing a beard