This is a song about "Growing weed"

Plottin' don’t even worry

Growing inside of me

I keep my money neat

Who be puffin that weed

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Who substituted for this weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I am growing impatient

Been blood with them bricks, pimp