This is a song about "Growing up in chicag"

Growing up as a kid, life can be tough

Now momma told me be careful who you love

It was hard for me and moms growing up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Growing up in the streets was easy

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

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

All teens growing up in tottenham lyrical geniuses all with their own speciality

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list