This is a song about "Growing up poor"

Continues to grow pinochio taught growing up that you reap what you sow. but

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

If you can't look up at yourself

Growing up by myself

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Bunch of kids growing up learning shit the way that's hard,

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

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

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

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