This is a song about "Growing up rough"

Lord's messengers flank in..lesser jerks crack up..weak believers..this lesson of theirs is rough/

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

It was hard for me and moms growing up

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

When really all the rough neighborhoods had raised 'em up,

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

Until that shit would dry up, memories would dangle rough,

The rough life, i just be up nights, breathin with scuffed nike's

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Growing up as a kid, life can be tough

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

To make karma come faster than she normally will