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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

The hardest part of life is growing up.

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Growing up in the streets was easy

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

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good