This is a song about "Growing up in michigan poor broke"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

I'm a poor white kid, got beat up everyday but stayed in school,

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

I must say, you broke every law of speech up in that one.

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

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

So i built it in michigan, that's where it all started from,

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them