This is a song about "Never grow up"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Bout as broken as the home his brothers gonna grow up in/

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I wanna grow up rappin, makin bundles of money

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

I watched k.n.b. grow, he caught up to it,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

And grow up to smoke rocks.

To grow up in a perfect storybook fantasy

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Inspired enough to one day grow up

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Wondering when the fuck will chief keef grow up? who knows?

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes