This is a song about "Growing up in a bad neighborhood"

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

I'm growing in like rogaine

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

I thought i'd come back and blend in with the neighborhood,

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Zig zag and swishers, blazing it up in the neighborhood

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Growing up as a kid, life can be tough