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

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

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

Tryin hard to hide my face

Pinning and sticks in its ways

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

See dog? rap is my aim

I'm growing in like rogaine

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

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

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

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state