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

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

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

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

And in a few months, growing closer and closer

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

The hardest part of life is growing up.

Growing up by myself

We can never be friends

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

I'm a poor white kid, got beat up everyday but stayed in school,

Zig zag and swishers, blazing it up in the neighborhood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey