This is a song about "Growin up"

Growin/ power in the people cause my soul democratic

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Playing with fire is a danger zone

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

It's all a part of growin up

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

So many rumors but i'm infinitely immortal outlawswitching up on you ordinary bitches

This mahfucka says hes growin a beard but all i can see is glued on pubes that aint even his,