This is a song about "Growing up in ghetto"

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Talk sharp like a razor blade

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Growing up i had your posters o

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Growing up by myself

I'm on deck i'm up next

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Growing up in the streets was easy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle