This is a song about "Grow"

I think it's more racist than ratings

Maybe ill grow up and do great things

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

And grow up to smoke rocks.

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Look it something they can't ever see

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Slowly transforming/ i'm starting to grow dormant/

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

I'm trying to send a message to help your mind grow,

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

This summer gone be mine though

Now i know i'm more to grow.