This is a song about "End of school"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

This is the end of my fucking song

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Cuz once im over, its end of discussion

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

The end of discussion

Catch you up on places i've been

And at the end of the day,

Brr, brr, ay, lemme see, okay

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

You pussy emcees,need to attend more of school

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

But she forgot about the golden rule

Because you are retarded and you know i will win this dual.

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