This is a song about "Growing up on the streets"

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

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

Played our beats on the streets

Tryna kill my dreams

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Brought up on the streets at corners

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

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

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Runnin' up all the streets and bogs

And i'm still hurtin over pops