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

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

I walk around understanding the politics

But i'm white, quite well off and living out within' the sticks.

After lebron, i'm what's next

Growing up by myself

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

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

Bunch of kids growing up learning shit the way that's hard,

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Pinning and sticks in its ways

Looking for them better days

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

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