This is a song about "Child hood growing up bad"

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

From an innocent little child, i grew up to love gore

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

The hardest part of life is growing up.

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Growing up in the streets was easy

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Bad child think im sweet until im pissing all on them

No, just put us on death row

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

Kids growing up to be little pricks

She likes the way it hits her lips