This is a song about "Growing up in cleveland"

I'm growing in like rogaine

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Parkside productions growing up even got our own hood tearing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

Never slowing, always rowing in those waters, growing into flowers

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good