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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Niggas in the street scared

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Even if in vain, i gotta stay off the street

Picking up all the girls on the street,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

The hardest part of life is growing up.