This is a song about "Chaparral yearbook fall break"

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Stand tall and stall till small kids fall

Now i'm living out my dreams

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

(8 second instrumental break)

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

All these laws your too pussy to break

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

They will try to break you, show that it is wrong that you can fall down and

Make sure to give them my all

And sets you up to fall

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Keep it up and it's sure to fall

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Can't stand this nigga im bout to fall