This is a song about "Drunk at school"

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Clear perception, people at school think i live a good life,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

We hang at school and chat every night

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

You see a black kid at a private catholic school

Waking up at night to a hollering drunk throwing provoking feelings

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

At school with no group, marginalized out to be a loner