This is a song about "Growing uo"

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

I'm growing in like rogaine

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

The judgment day away is growing closer, on that dreaded noon,

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Growing up in the streets was easy

I am growing impatient

If you feel it, it must be real just

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

We like to party

Growing inside of me