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

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

I'm growing in like rogaine

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Nigga had a bad day, throw it up

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

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

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

Growing up by myself

I like rollin' with friends