This is a song about "Love growing"

But he don't rule a thing

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Kids growing up to be little pricks

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

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Third ward general, young cash money

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

And i know it's hard when you feel that anger growing

It's no wonder why i go in any hood like i am knowing

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

I had visions of growing old and being a grandfather,