This is a song about "Grown up"

Later on the grown up was running the map man

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

I have grown fond of my lexicon/

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Kids here think there all grown.....

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

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

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

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

Right here, its grown man shit boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Me in all ive grown out

I've got nothin' to worry about

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

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry