This is a song about "Home grown"

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Like rocky balboa or a grown eastwood

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

You are right the taste of hate has grown stale

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Kid come back when your balls have grown

I don't need no fucking throne

Kids here think there all grown.....

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

I've got nothin' to worry about

Me in all ive grown out

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

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed