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

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

It's late and you stuck in my basement

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

At school with no group, marginalized out to be a loner

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

But you came to battle then backed out like a bitch, it's sad

It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Just a sad little man tryin to fill a giant's cup

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

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

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