This is a song about "I m grown"

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

I just want somebody i can see

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I hate these feelings that have grown a part of me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

I"m the designated driver

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

In private, not public in the streets