This is a song about "Growing up in a bad neighborhood with jack and dj"

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

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

Oh man, that bad neighborhood

From hollywood to the hood

And that's in a poor neighborhood, truly nobody cares,

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs