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

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

20 racks really thats sneaker money

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Whats a daughter without her dad

Luxury life, results living bad

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

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

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket