This is a song about "Growing up in a cold world"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Yeah, i'm caught up in this world like a fly in a web/

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

But world is really cold,in this streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Growing up by myself

I can taste the salt from my tears

And in a few months, growing closer and closer

Beat is my whore get get up on it like a boner

And be another victim in this cold world

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Growing up in the streets was easy

Cuz it'll be a cold world if this is what ya wanna lie in bed with, cocksucker.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for