This is a song about "Growing up with no money"

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

No money no talk,no energy no walk

No time for a break , good times memorys filled with laughter , its money sought

Cause a riot, throw a molotov, somebody told me them pirates had got lost

I'm wearing up with questions n tests all done growing sick n retard

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

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

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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