This is a song about "Struggle growing up poor rap"

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

From poor to middle class and back again, i'm psycho to rap,

Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.

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

And if you pay for that yourself

Growing up by myself

Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,

This song about you, then you probably need to leave