This is a song about "Come with me to prom"

To them it's just a story

Of everything to come for me

You couldn't come at me with something better,

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

On the road to success who the fuck gone come and stand with me,

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Come up to me with your flow, and i'll just kick ya in your jaw,

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

When we not in summer

I come back with none to show her

Get a sack and come smoke with me

You see now that nigga lonely

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Teachers come to the door with a warrant

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and