This is a song about "1st quarter"

Music now days is torture,bloody knuckle with a quarter,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

It's my 1st time but you know im bouta in work

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

This quarter i ordered altars,

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment