This is a song about "I grew up"

I grew up with working-class friends, staying true,

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Grew up in the darkness like i was bain

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

But as i grew up, i noticed it was a lie

On to college, im always on the yard like farmers

And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,

See i grew up in new orleans, l.a., with my family,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

Man i grew up in the gutter, so fuck them others,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,