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

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Grapes of knowledge growing green, toss em in the well,

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

I'm a diamond in the rough. im combining combinations

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Growing up in the streets was easy

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free