This is a song about "Grown and sexy"

Tie it in silk and name it sexy;

They say nothings ever free

But since then i've really grown

Please sugar don't come alone

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

I'm still hitting ladies, in all the sexy places

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

He's grown to his full potential and a lil bigger in the middle.

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,