This is a song about "Chucked outta school"

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Are they made outta plastic?

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

They never should of booted me outta reform school

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

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

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Left her outta the limelight

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

No indictments outta sight like tripe

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

Kick their asses outta this world

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Make an idiot outta me