This is a song about "Being a child growing up"

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

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

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

High heel wearer, hell of a body