This is a song about "Growing up in north london"

They like talking, its like gossip

It was hard for me and moms growing up

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

North cold or south cold, can't really make up my mind

You're talking to one of the greatest

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

All teens growing up in tottenham lyrical geniuses all with their own speciality

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

And become as big as london

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Kids growing up to be little pricks

We all need to grow up, don’t matter east, west, north, south

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows