This is a song about "My daughter growing up"

It was hard for me and moms growing up

They like talking, its like gossip

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

She step away and that's when i see my daughter

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

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

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck