This is a song about "Being naughty in school"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

I wasn't well in school, got in trouble with their faculty,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Why do people have to be so naughty

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I believed in a higher being.

I was born to do the damn thing

That i wanna stay in the same school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

I told myself that i would play it cool

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

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