This is a song about "Stop being pathetic and grow the fuck up"

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

So fuck ross's apology stop being polite

And grow up to smoke rocks.

You pull up in parking lots

And i ended up being the bad guy,

We was high school peers, in junior high

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Fuck being an architect and kissing ass,

Watching michael grow up into a man and find a lady,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

To give you all a fuck, i guess i'd have to go and find it first,

They're gonna grow up and be just like the rest of the sheep in the world

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

And you love being kobe when you make the lay up