This is a song about "Chucked outta school"

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

They never should of booted me outta reform school

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Sliding in and outta her slot

The thugs say i'm cool

My friends were off at school

I hate chickens but i do fuck pretty birdies

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

But this real, fuck how you feel

So blast off i'm outta here

Look, now roll my j tight

Left her outta the limelight

You, you, you have to pay for that

Comming straight outta the trap

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

No indictments outta sight like tripe