This is a song about "Growing up rough"

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

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

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

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

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine