This is a song about "Growing up hard"

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

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

It was hard for me and moms growing up

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Growing up i had your posters o

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto