This is a song about "Love growing"

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Growing inside of me

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Growing up in the streets was easy

And all women who had light features, see

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

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

Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Sitting in igloo growing a beard