This is a song about "Book and stuff"

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

I handed her a book and told her she had to pay

Can barely walk the city streets

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Took your rattle, bib, book and paddle so you have to improvise

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Spray by the book and you'd get guys crippling

You start seeing they flaws and stuff they lack

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Just direct insults and wordplay-stuff thats highlighted

Since nautica was popular than popular for good