This is a song about "Grown up"

Wiz khalifa's gear none of that shitty home grown

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

But since then i've really grown

Gotta handle your own

Like rocky balboa or a grown eastwood

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

They bringing me fish and chips

Making unfair grown up decisions

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

Got the devils own luck/no more a rebel, grown up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck