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

The hardest part of life is growing up.

They like talking, its like gossip

But sometimes in the ghetto see it's hard to move it up and down,

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

But five years from now i bet she see

Growing up in the streets was easy

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

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

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle