This is a song about "About my crush at school"

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Crush organ donors and put "warning" across my picture

Laughs at you and talks about

Let me see you work it out

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

Imma tell you a story about a kid at school who thought he was the greatest kid around in this town

We hang at school and chat every night

Killa never let the drama slide

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

You never tire, might as well as inspire

And now my new crush gives me the same smile