This is a song about "Grew up unwelthy"

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

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

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

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Shit i'm livin' is real, grew up in straight hell

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

I grew up as a teenager in new orleans, word is bond,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Because they grew up with you and there friendships true,

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

See these little thugs grew up and thought there infinite potential,