This is a song about "Growin up poor"

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

It's all a part of growin up

Feedin' off these cats, i see my lats growin'

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Stop it, love it when a girl stay jocking, they hawking

Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

You're fed up with the way things are going, you're poor and sick and tired

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Cause growin' up, he was never really taught love

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

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