This is a song about "Growing old"

The truth shall be told

These wack bitches getting old

Growing up in the streets was easy

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

Yeah, the pains of growing old are physical but mental, true

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

And don't think what you're old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Growing up by myself

I think you and your friends