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

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Then like an abusive husband i'll give you a backhand,call that x-men the last stand

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Who makes up stories with an act who plays tough

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

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

Growing up in the streets was easy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will