This is a song about "2nd quarter"

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

Verse 1: me rapping is my 2nd greatest dream of all time.

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

And how it feels to feel that feeling

That amputate and draw blood to animate 2nd dimensions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Even though i only got a b last quarter

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

We both teenagers with the same mind state