This is a song about "Grown ish"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

I have grown fond of my lexicon/

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Stabbin' guys minds with young britches thinkin' they too grown

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

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

They blowing up my phone

Kid come back when your balls have grown

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

And im not puffin on the green or snorting (ish) white as pearl

Right here, its grown man shit boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

And spay him up if he think he grown