This is a song about "April fool"

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

I call that shit that middle school

That's just the way, as april turns to may,

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

You soundin a little shitty fool,

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

This april: capable of grabbing ladles

We vegetables, on them record labels

Back in tha old school

You made me the fuckin fool

Cuz you actin' like a sleazy fool

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school