This is a song about "Growing up with an abusive father"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Growing up in the streets was easy

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

With an ar-16 and shoot up the whole fucking lobby

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

I make you feel like it is 10 below

Growing up i had your posters o