This is a song about "After school program"

After school me and a crew cruise

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Splatter guts n' catchya after

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

While we going through the school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

But now i'm in high school

The thugs say i'm cool

Said when i do dirt wit her

Wrap that blunt under after

And you’re the motherfucker he’s after.

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir