This is a song about "A sad end to junior school"

It makes me sad to see it

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Never finished school but u a lyricist used to staying at home

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I'm lucky that i got a better place to call home. no longer sad and alone.

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Confusion fills like listening to a school teacher advanced

Cause i'm batman with the pump, johnny johnny

Skipped the jays game to watch junior b hockey

Who wiled out to break the rules, sprayed a tool, and hated school,

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

You're a junior, i'm a senior, respect your elders,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse