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

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

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

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

The hardest part of life is growing up.

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

And forget about the trap,

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

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap