This is a song about "Momma grown"

Right here, its grown man shit boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

Wiz khalifa's gear none of that shitty home grown

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Scenes make a grown man cry

And now we high

I have grown fond of my lexicon/

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

One day my momma told me

To them it's just a story