This is a song about "I grew up on robinhood"

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Im not, from the streets, or the concrete, i grew up white on the rez, no allies no fleet, no peeps

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

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

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

When i grew up i was like "whatever"

I grew up there what a looser,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her