This is a song about "After school"

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Splatter guts n' catchya after

Just let me make it appoint to do it after school every day

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

And you’re the motherfucker he’s after.

I told myself that i would play it cool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

And even your friends at school.

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

But now i'm in high school

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

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school