This is a song about "Growing up with people doubting you"

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

It's insane, growing up, they told me, "don't go against the grain",

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

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

Kids growing up to be little pricks

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Growing up i had your posters o

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

And i know it's hard when you feel that anger growing

Growing up in the streets was easy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free