This is a song about "Growing up in the ends"

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Young jeezy/ any one who ends in the easy-/ they saying it's simple and breezy//

Growing up by myself

Roll up niggas be like sex

When he ends up in jail, he'll happily bend over and take it from behind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find