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

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Growing up by myself

Roll up niggas be like sex

And i grew up poor with no cash flow in the country, you ain't even know it,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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

So before i go, you should harvest food

Woke up in a fuckin bad mood

It's insane, growing up, they told me, "don't go against the grain",

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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