This is a song about "Struggle of growing up"

Growing up in the streets was easy

But five years from now i bet she see

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

Kids growing up to be little pricks

I only got four minutes

Growing up by myself

Sweet, okay makes sense

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

It was hard for me and moms growing up

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Call me a product of my own damn hood