This is a song about "Cleaning out your locker"

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Your heart is speaking out and

// [you can call out your guards]

Finish line with the tire marks

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

It's truly liver, who knew we'd prosper

Bullied you with flow, go hide in your locker

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Class is in session, get your notes out

Never lookin for a handout