This is a song about "Feeling grown"

Feeling, of appealing

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

But since then i've really grown

Mami told me son, hold your own

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Stabbin' guys minds with young britches thinkin' they too grown

On my way back home

Kids here think there all grown.....

Half your body laying on my chest

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

Feeling kinda insane

All the bitches know my name

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I have grown fond of my lexicon/

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms