This is a song about "Growing up broke"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Growing up in the streets was easy

And all women who had light features, see

What, what ... project shit what

We dated, we broke up

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

I've drunk til i blacked out, woke up broke

It was hard for me and moms growing up

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Growing up i had your posters o