This is a song about "Grow"

And i made it with that dope flow

He wasn't there to see his little boy grow

I can taste the salt from my tears

Grow older, closer to death.

I think it's more racist than ratings

Maybe ill grow up and do great things

Call me whatever joe

New year now it's time to grow

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Grow it in my red house

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

And she throws up whatever she eats

Im on, im on tha way

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

My abilities will surely grow

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow