This is a song about "Growin up"

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Growin/ power in the people cause my soul democratic

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

What, what ... project shit what

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

That'll be another bastard growin up in the suburbs

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Cause growin' up, he was never really taught love

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush