This is a song about "About getting kick out of school at young age and smokeing weed and fighting"

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

But am i less holy

At the age of fuckin three

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

I keep my money neat

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I was tired at first, tired of thirst, and getting fucked over

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

And even your friends at school.

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Let that bitch give me head and kick her out of the damn house