This is a song about "Butterflies growing"

I'm on deck i'm up next

Growing up by myself

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

A military mind mean money

Got the crops growing beautifully,

Growing up i had your posters o

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

And i know it's hard when you feel that anger growing

I had visions of growing old and being a grandfather,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Just know that you'll be leaving with butterflies

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice