This is a song about "Grow ing up"

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

And grow up to smoke rocks.

And i'm still hurtin over pops

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Watching michael grow up into a man and find a lady,

Some don't even grow up and share there seed,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

Chorus: better life, better life, grow up and find yourself a wife,

I can manage on my own, you can still have your perfect life

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Inspired enough to one day grow up