This is a song about "Cool kids and robbing banks"

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

And on the banks of this river

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

Then you look like a fucking fool

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

So stupid listen to the music and you spit so ruthless now we cool kids,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Phone company's robbing you with collusion

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And they're robbing our money for tax

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

So here i am at the store for some chips

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row