This is a song about "Growing up in the bad country"

After lebron, i'm what's next

Growing up by myself

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

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

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

But the fact of the matter is, were a country in need of saving

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring