This is a song about "Growing up black"

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Growing up in the streets was easy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Growing up as a kid, life can be tough

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Parkside productions growing up even got our own hood tearing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Growing up i had your posters o

Get rough with me, that night flow