This is a song about "Cars in school"

Whilst in a school called junior high

Never had a chance to try

Even poor people can use me in every school!

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Man, your band is never flexible, like cars in traffic,

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

While in the distance i hear passing cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops