This is a song about "Were i grew up"

We gunna take this party on into the morning

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I grew up in nola city,

I grew up on rap dawg, you could say it raised me

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,

On to college, im always on the yard like farmers

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

I finally grew up and matured and manned up

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,