This is a song about "Growing up in london"

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

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

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Kids growing up to be little pricks

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

It was hard for me and moms growing up

Without your love it's cold as fuck