This is a song about "Growing up in the streets in the gang life"

It's that crack, give you something to sell

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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

That's how you'd feel if you grew up, was raised in the streets,

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Growing up in the streets was easy