This is a song about "Growin old"

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Look, he's here and he's growin' a beard now

It's all a part of growin up

Some niggas ain't got no luck

So much disrespect, it's like we're all growin' racist,

I decided my pride is just why i resist

Growin up around crytal makers and havin no one i could confide/

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

Growin/ power in the people cause my soul democratic

And don't think what you're old

Hand to hand in the cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

But for long time i had gone cold

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',