This is a song about "Growing up alone"

What a mess! but we clean in the club

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Why you woke up alone in a bed

Look it something they can't ever see

Growing up in the streets was easy

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Parkside productions growing up even got our own hood tearing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Growing up by myself

If you can't look up at yourself

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies