This is a song about "Money hood basketball growing up"

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Growing up i had your posters o

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

Growing up by myself

So hold back ya tears

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

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

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.