This is a song about "Grown"

My outlook on life has grown rather grim.

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Scenes make a grown man cry

That's the window into the sky

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Making unfair grown up decisions

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Are laying out in front of me, but anyways, we're roses grown,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Wiz khalifa's gear none of that shitty home grown

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

So let me tell you about this guy

Saying "you've grown wise, this is good bye."

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Right here, its grown man shit boy