This is a song about "Growing up alone"

Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.

Down in miami, with a super ho team

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone