This is a song about "Grew up in the strrreets"

What if y'all grew up watchin' the pimps, thieves, prostitutes,

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

See i grew up in new orleans, l.a., with my family,

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Let's pretend he grew up middle class with the ends,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

This is for the kids who grew up with nothing

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Grew up in the darkness like i was bain

Grew up in the basements

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

That's how you'd feel if you grew up, was raised in the streets,

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops