This is a song about "Growin old"

Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Much fun growin up all alone.

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

The strange fruit, crops growin', blowin' in the breeze,

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

That'll be another bastard growin up in the suburbs

Some niggas ain't got no luck

It's all a part of growin up

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

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

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old