This is a song about "Raised in australia"

Back like i never ever left in the first

Born and raised in a swirled twirled hip hop world

You never had a father in ya life but you raised a man/

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

It was us who raised all the tensions and brought in a new contention…

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

With his hood raised up, this boy is lacking luck, combating in blood.

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

I bring the tension in bricks, your raised it up a couple grams,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

That's how you'd feel if you grew up, was raised in the streets,

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

I've seen trials and tribulations,was raised in a nation full of racism