This is a song about "Boy grow up don t waste my time"

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

You don;t thin anymore

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

These fake niggas just a waste of my time

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

The world looking out, they on the front row

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow