This is a song about "Firms growing"

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

I am growing impatient

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Growing glowing pot, tastes better sparked, served hot, cops know squat.

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Growing inside of me

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Ten more depending on where wale going

Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing

Is a growing seduction to achieve worst rejections

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.