This is a song about "Growing up in the streets shooting people going to eastpenn"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Growing up in the streets was easy

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

When you've made so many mistakes in life and you just want a clean slate!

He's taking tweet beef to the streets because lyrically he needs to get his weight up

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

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

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

The hardest part of life is growing up.

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Up shit in the pot to get beef going around me, so i can bring people into the dirt

'case a nigga get haphazard and start thinkin bout robbin a light skin bastard

For the people at least in the streets thoughts of peace,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice