This is a song about "Grew up unwelthy"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I grew up in nola city,

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

It’s funny, but i grew up thinking that's what matters

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

I grew up with working-class friends, staying true,

Now i gotta exit after you

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Grew up in the suburbs

Hold the door for girls

I grew up there what a looser,

I said i'm hurting her

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,