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

So you finally got the nerve

Brought up on the streets at corners

We're young and we don't give a fuck

The hardest part of life is growing up.

Growing up in the streets was easy

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

When you're reachin' your dreams

Hit me up on the streets

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

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Me on the streets to pimp me/ how fucked up is that to imprint

The gold on the fame sucks, i feel i’m growing estranged,

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake