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

Growing up in the streets was easy

Must be something you want me to see

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

I'm growing in like rogaine

It's insane, growing up, they told me, "don't go against the grain",

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

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

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Sweet, okay makes sense

Growing up by myself