This is a song about "Feeling grown"

I have grown fond of my lexicon/

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Scenes make a grown man cry

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

Saying "you've grown wise, this is good bye."

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Home grown, is the g that i've shown.

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Making unfair grown up decisions

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Wood chain with a jesus

Feeling nothing feeling sleepless

The love i had for you since day one has definately grown,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne