This is a song about "Grow"

And she throws up whatever she eats

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

And grow up to smoke rocks.

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

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Inspired enough to one day grow up

Now i know i'm more to grow.

Now them broads gon' follow

Grow it in my red house

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

I will grow taller then you honey

I reel them in, goadomes on see

My abilities will surely grow

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though