This is a song about "Bad schools cafeteria"

No dedication, they argue it's because schools don't teach creation, ken ham

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I used my rhymes for bad

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Why you treat them so bad

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Didnt clue it, i knew it, i was made the schools laughter,

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

When schools do charity, assuming that apparently,