This is a song about "Growing up to quick"

You just do your thing chick

Bout to get tackled quick

Growing up as a kid, life can be tough

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

But bitch you better tell me quick cause my mind about to blow up

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

It's insane, growing up, they told me, "don't go against the grain",

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

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

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine