This is a song about "Growing up in belgrade"

We're young and we don't give a fuck

It was hard for me and moms growing up

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

I promise to keep it honest

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

And the v12, that's on various trips

Kids growing up to be little pricks

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

It's insane, growing up, they told me, "don't go against the grain",