This is a song about "Growing up po"

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Parkside productions growing up even got our own hood tearing

Maybe my next line could be fuck the bloody po po

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

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

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful