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

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

People who agreed with you fuck them all,

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Chorus: with everyone around, just doubting me.

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Growing up in the streets was easy

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

Chorus: with everyone around, just doubting me.

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Continues to grow pinochio taught growing up that you reap what you sow. but

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