This is a song about "Grown"

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

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

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

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

Hey just wait, but never mind, my feet are grown into vans

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

The love i had for you since day one has definately grown,

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

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Like rocky balboa or a grown eastwood