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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

The hardest part of life is growing up.

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

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

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

From concrete, and up on streets, we got more of chromosomes,

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Its hard for a black man on the streets