This is a song about "Growing up with little money"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

After lebron, i'm what's next

Growing up by myself

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Kids growing up to be little pricks

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

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Joeyy's blowing all this money, i ain't tryna spend a little

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Just intentions to impress you, if capable