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

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

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Growing up in the streets was easy

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

The hardest part of life is growing up.

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Grew up in both the ghetto n the boondocks

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

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