This is a song about "Didn t have a dad growing up"

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

The hardest part of life is growing up.

I have sins so my pants never had lent

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

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

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.