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

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

And i can write a hook fast

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Parkside productions growing up even got our own hood tearing

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood