This is a song about "Growing up without a dad"

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Growing up in the streets was easy

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

I was like six without a clue or a doubt, come on now tell me (what up dad?)

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could