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

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

Niggas come at me with their flows

X's and o's, you must be the rose

I'm past that, i'm working on my master

I come back with none to show her

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Of everything to come for me

Teachers come to the door with a warrant

But nah, he is quite different

Then they come up to me with a fucking loaded

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

Don't come around me with that tweeking shit

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that