This is a song about "Growing up"

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Bunch of kids growing up learning shit the way that's hard,

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

If you can't look up at yourself

Growing up by myself