This is a song about "Cony"

Young money shit, me and lil wayne too big

On trial for possession of some chronic

School was a bummer; all the teachers act with high notoriety

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Im spittin like the rock

Rapping rule, back to school

The thugs say i'm cool

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

And now that i’m getting money

School flunkie, pill junky

Signin titties at the rock shows

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes