This is a song about "Growing up in the 7 oh 6"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

The type of nigga we trip up and leave for 5-oh

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

If i lost you be patient

I am growing impatient

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

You pull up in parking lots

(sirens) "oh shit the cops"

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Grapes of knowledge growing green, toss em in the well,