This is a song about "Growing up in ghetto"

Those police have racial bias, they put liquor in the ghetto,

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

I'm growing in like rogaine

Growing up by myself

I'm on deck i'm up next

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Growing up in the streets was easy

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

But sometimes in the ghetto see it's hard to move it up and down,