This is a song about "A school called winfield"

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

By a gang called the police

They always called me tripod in school, even the teachers be like

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

High school now, fuck middle school now im lifted, gifted, on a pedestal,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school

If you're gonna talk a load of shit then i only have one rule,

A strong word called investment

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

That's the window into the sky

Whilst in a school called junior high