This is a song about "Growing up and getting money"

Growing up by myself

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Not me, i bet you remember the night

I'm getting worked up and my head is light

Growing up i had your posters o

My niggas is winning though

You're wishing for dick and you ended up getting your ass ripped

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start