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

Growing up by myself

And if you pay for that yourself

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Y’all only in it for the cars

(sirens) "oh shit the cops"

Bunch of kids growing up learning shit the way that's hard,

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Now them broads gon' follow

I look in your eyes, oh,

Catchin up, in the game,

Wale and we are not the same

Hold the door for girls

Grew up in the suburbs