This is a song about "Raised up in the street s"

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

I was raised to cuss,stir up shit,want to be the best southern pride beats in the chest

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's