This is a song about "Grow"

Maybe ill grow up and do great things

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

The animals will slowly grow more carnivorous

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Back in the motherfuckin bay

And she throws up whatever she eats

Don't smoke weed, just grow trees, sow seeds,

Grow older, closer to death.

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Still be needing to grow up

She was the queen of the club

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

And grow up to smoke rocks.

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

Help me grow to blow the stage,