This is a song about "Douche bags at school"

Wonder where i went wrong

Up at three, school at dawn,

A straight road with loops but its enough to screw you fool 'cause my flow is too cool/

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

We hang at school and chat every night

I want millions of body bags

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

You see a black kid at a private catholic school

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,

Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute