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

What a mess! but we clean in the club

The hardest part of life is growing up.

Sent away in the box, locked at the top of the ghetto,

She said it really dont matter if its real though

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...

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

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

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Those police have racial bias, they put liquor in the ghetto,

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Make all the bitches fiend, how to live in the ghetto,