This is a song about "Drunk at school"

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase/

Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

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

Iced out, okay cool

My friends were off at school

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Especially when i gotta fridge full of vodka cause my dads a drunk at least he

When im waiting for mealtime at school

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Never finished school but u a lyricist used to staying at home