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

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

I wish i grew up racially mixed without the black and white,

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I grew up on rap dawg, you could say it raised me

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

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

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

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

I grew up fast, world was small, i felt confined/

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

I can’t stand no motherfucking hoover

I grew up there what a looser,