This is a song about "8th grade student council"

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

They say them colors must be fake

So while you worry about the hoes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

It was a former student that used to be a guy, a self-taught that didn't care

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Student at a broken down school, fucking fags need a tuneup

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You're my next student and bitch, class is now in session

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

We're sicker than a student who's piling in special ed,