This is a song about "Growing up poo"

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

The hardest part of life is growing up.

Growing up i had your posters o

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

Kids growing up to be little pricks

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Parkside productions growing up even got our own hood tearing

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line