This is a song about "Growin old"

I'm everything that they call nice

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

I woulda done anything for my own

Much fun growin up all alone.

I was growin as a person in the hard times

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Dat pakistani gold be what they growin, the dea still not knowin'

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Growin/ power in the people cause my soul democratic