This is a song about "Drop out of school"

10 kids will go to college and 8 will drop out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

So better look out for cliffs it's a sheer drop

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,

But she forgot about the golden rule

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

So here i am at the store for some chips

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

Of impossible actions so drop the dreaming,

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk