This is a song about "Closed campus"

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Best stay away when the door closed

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

Although it's closed in due time i suppose it'll soon open wide

Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Instead i misled, and i hit you with a closed fist.

We won't expose the truth if the motherfuckin' casket's closed,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold