This is a song about "Quadratic expansion"

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Chiefing plenty doobies due to the increasing revenue

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

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

Growing glowing pot, tastes better sparked, served hot, cops know squat.

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

To all my friends reading this get ready to rise

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

So choose the weapon you reckon will question your accession into heaven.

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Growing up in the streets was easy

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

The hardest part of life is growing up.

Carmines and aquas, to add to my collection

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection