This is a song about "Growin up"

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

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

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

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

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

A twenty somethin cup

It's all a part of growin up

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

That'll be another bastard growin up in the suburbs

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Look, he's here and he's growin' a beard now

We never ever growin up

They like talking, its like gossip