This is a song about "Growing up with parents not toge"

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

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

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Fuck the comradery with b rate artists

Up parents, faggots and the feminists

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

It was hard for me and moms growing up

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Knowing that my parents do not care

Believing the screens or anything there

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Grow the fuck up you immature parents