This is a song about "Life growing up in compton"

Im still up in they mouth, fuck them and they life

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

I'm growing in like rogaine

Floor seats at that wizards game

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Growing up by myself

Growing up i had your posters o

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow