This is a song about "As i grow feelings get hard but my mind grow i know what right"

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

I need to grow because god forbid

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

And i know it's hard to keep them feelings suppressed

And yes money does grow on trees if you know the right people its also free

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

And with each life lesson the more i tend to grow

But i always tell her no, maybe i'll do that when i'll grow

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Clearly its my fault i know i need to grow up/

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Cus a nigga don't always get to grow up in the place i did