This is a song about "Grown"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Me in all ive grown out

Never lookin for a handout

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

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

Home grown, is the g that i've shown.

I don't need no fucking throne

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Like rocky balboa or a grown eastwood

But let me inspire someone who can

Can't tell me shit i'mma a grown man