This is a song about "Growing up poor"

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

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

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Growing up in the streets was easy

Your last man was semi pro

Growing up i had your posters o

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