This is a song about "Growing up in a bad neighborhood"

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.

I just step up in the club pour it up on a bad bitch that be wearing thong.

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

I thought i'd come back and blend in with the neighborhood,

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

And in a few months, growing closer and closer

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

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

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Oh man, that bad neighborhood