This is a song about "Chucked outta school"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But now i'm in high school

The thugs say i'm cool

Rapping rule, back to school

Comming straight outta the trap

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Fuck outta here i writer better shit on my way to school

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

We left em a world that's cursed

Kick their asses outta this world

He got hit up that same night

While he may be outta sight

Are they made outta plastic?

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Sliding in and outta her slot