This is a song about "End of shcool"

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Smoke another bowl, forget it by the end of the night.

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

That end of my childhood

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Cuz once im over, its end of discussion

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

I leapt 'n' saw the path at the end of the rainbow

This is the end of my fucking song

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Because at the end of the day,

You will live with crumble jaws, till the end of time

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

Nah for you it's the beginning of the end

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent