This is a song about "Being a senior"

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

The latter being a constant misconception,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

But thats the life of a human being

I believed in a higher being.

Now this is what i call an evening

Like a shit motor, being a dumb fuck

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

A childhood being suppressed,

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Never got to it, now i'm a senior on the verge of failing

Felt just like yesterday was a senior an still clean

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb