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

Sweet, okay makes sense

Growing up by myself

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

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

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

(sirens) "oh shit the cops"

Cause of death? bars

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

All we need is convienient love

Grew up in the basements

Oh shit- the celica's flipped.

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

The suns coming up, oh,

We magnetizing the ghetto