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

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

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

From a third world country to a star in the booth

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Woke up in a fuckin bad mood

I must go like fly route

The hardest part of life is growing up.

On they car note to go to the club

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.