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

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

All teens growing up in tottenham lyrical geniuses all with their own speciality

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

And sit up front, i'm not asking it's a trap

One night love: i'mma need that

And forget about the trap,

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

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

You just tryin' to run game

I'm growing in like rogaine

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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