This is a song about "Feeling grown"

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Are laying out in front of me, but anyways, we're roses grown,

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

And spay him up if he think he grown

So i parked in a tow-away zone

I'll ask why haven't they grown up,

It's not making sense to you right now but

Feeling tired, feeling colder

Just need my eyes lower

Feeling nothing feeling sleepless

We don't ever make love

I have grown fond of my lexicon/

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john